She never thinks about me when I'm here 

She only dreams about me when I'm gone 

My heart rises to my mouth as she passes 

by me 

and I can't make a sound 



She gives me a mirror in a picture frame 

She says don't be afraid to blame your blues 

on the man you see inside 

He's trying desperately to hide 



I know she's right 

and I can't fight the feelings 

That the man inside's not ready for revealing 

I walked beside him on a stage 

Watched him trying to make believe 

He's read the pages of wisdom 



Now everyone has a needle 

Which we turn to in times of escape 

Injecting our realities with some fantasy 

makes it all easier to take 

Some people say that it sets them free 

But me I found that it seldom lets you see 

That the path your foot falls on 

Doesn't make a sound 



I know I'm right and 

I can't fight the feelings 

that the hearts of men aren't ready for 

revealing 

I walked beside them in the rain 

Watched their distant and their mortal pain 

and it's all a shame 



She never thinks about me when I'm here 

She only dreams about me when I'm gone 

My heart rises to my mouth as she passes 

by me 

and I can't make a sound