Stranger in the Mirror

Keep your arms open wide love, '

Cause I'm coming home,

I don't know where

I am but I don't care, '

Cause I know where

I'm going.

I'm going where the voices,

In my head tell me to

I'd walk a thousand crooked miles,

To try to get back to you

Chorus : Well

I'm weary to the bone,

As I wake here alone,

With a pain that won't let me be

And there's a stranger in the mirror,

Staring back at me, ( Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ? )

These hands are shaking in the shadows,

Of the old morning sun

That's dripping through the window pane,

Lord, this feeling is second to none

Repeat Chorus

I can almost see your smile,

And I can almost hear your voice

Rising high up above,

The flat land of

Illinois Repeat

Chorus