My Image
By: Dexter Carlson
Duration
3:44
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What would it mean if tomorrow should arrive much the same as any other day Could it change the way I am, would I still remain the same I guess I shouldn't worry anymore Sometimes I get all caught up inside the here and now, blinded by the good times and the music And when I look in Damien's mirror my image is no clearer I guess I've heard that story once before Did your mother cry at your leaving Was your old lover waiting in the wings Birds were flying south for the season So much remains there's still so much to do It never used to get to me the way it seems to now The way the lady danced was not so different But, oh, the winds blow colder now, and though I cry for her out loud she can't see the forest for the trees The sunlight warms me with it's touch And I can smell the morning dew Journeying through inner space the day starts falling into place Then I ask the blind man what he sees Hey do you still wander off in day dreams, do you sail away at sunset with the captain? 'Cuz even when the colors fade to grey it seems there's magic in the turning of the leaves. Tell me... Did your mother cry at your leaving Was your old lover waiting in the wings Birds were flying south for the season So much remains there's still so much to do
