When I get home at night
I look into the hallway mirror
And I’m looking at you
I can’t escape your face
I see reflections in the water
And I’m looking at you
And still I try
To get by
But I know I’ll die
Looking at you
There is a hollow in the bed
Where you last slept
I took a picture
Are you laughing at me?
I scratched your records dear
And threw them in the nearest river
Are you laughing at me?
And still I try
To get by
But I know I’ll die
Looking at you
Now I hear laughter
Feel no more pain inside
But sometimes I wonder
Whose blind eyes
Are gazing at you
If fame and fortune come
I’ll be looking forward to the future
And not waiting for you
Somewhere a dizzy blonde
Is staring into her cold coffee
I bet she’s looking at you
And still I try
To get by
But I know I’ll die
Looking at you
Still I try
To put you out of mind
But I know I’ll die
Looking at you