I used to sit on the stool watch him shave
If my memory is rifght I was sever or eight
In the eyes of a child he was no less than great
But time would prove anything could change.
'Cause he was to old fashioned when I was eighteen
Not near as smart as my buddies an' me
But the only friend I'd grow up to need
Got clled home just shy of sixty-three.
Now the man in the mirror look so familiar
He's wearin' that same crooked smile, same lines of worry
Kids growin' up to early and grey hairs from extra mouths
I thought I'd never see him again but little did I know
I'd turn into the man in the mirror.
Now I realize just how wise he was
Sometimes without talkin' he still taught us
His strong hands of justice would end with a hug
He knew nothing was stronger than the power of love.
I can truthfully say that I know how he felt
'Cause just the other night when my son needed help
When I fixed his little plane with the one piece left
He looked at me in a way I never saw myself.
Now the man in the mirror looks so familiar
He's wearin' that same crooked smile
HE'S WEARIN THAT SAME CROCKED SMILE, same lines of worry
Kids growin' up to early and grey hairs from extra mouths
I thought I'd never see him again but little did I know I'd tuen in,
I thought I'd never see him again but little did I know
I'd turn into the man in the mirrir...