When you look into the mirror
Remember to be gentle with an old friend
Blank page really getting you down
It gives right back only what you were
The novel of man is a stroll down the highway
Reflects the blue of the skies then the mud underfoot
There are two ways of spreading the light
First be a candle lit - second reflect the one
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
Hush my darling, lie still and slumber
Heavenly angels guard thy bed
And the sabbath bell rings so ever slowly
In the pebble of those timeless streams.
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
Got myself a new home on the hill
My bluebonnets grow in a planter of clouds
Love to sit and write until the dawn
Leaving one sheet blank to soak up the sun
Never thought I'd have a proper abode
A familiar tune was always enough for me
Now the looking glass lines the ceiling and walls
And I hardly, hardly ever forget who I am at all
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything becomes a little bit clearer
When you look into the holy mirror
Everything become a little bit clearer
See the holes in the mirror
Check the holy holes in the mirror
Got my eye trained on the mirror