Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror
Who doesn't seem to be all there
Whose hands are rough from work
And whose eyes are
Full of black tears
(Oh)
Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror
It rains all day
But tonight in the desert
The rain will make waves
In the sand
As he tells me
His bleeding heart is beating
For the souls of the damned
(Ah)
Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror
Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror
Who is this man
Sitting with me at dinner
Who compliments my wife
Across the table
I can see him
Shifting
In his chair
Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror
The elephant in the room
Addresses himself
When he gets down on one knee
From in his pocket
He presents
For the whole
World to see
(Aww)
Who is this man
Looking at me in the mirror