Last night I stared into a mirror|That hangs on an open door|Into a face I have known|And barely recognize|I looked again and then I started to see|Where the problem was|I've been misguided|I fell for all the old lies||I don't know why you stare at me|I've been here for all these years|I don't pretend to give you any answer|Turning the question over to you|Waiting for your reply|Are you in line for taking any chances||Come a little closer|To the one you left behind|Come a little closer|Let me read your vital signs|Come a little closer|That's all you need to do|Come a little closer|Put me back in touch with you||I've been rejected by a beautiful club of impressarios|They're not connected to the people|That know their disguise|But they're sitting well protected|By the rules of a game|I don't understand|If you're selected|You better try it for size|