I'm waking up to see the same.

My eyes are tired & my head's to blame.

The mirror clouds reflection in a haze.

The tick tock of the grandfather clock will be heard again.

All I hear are a million voices.

The one I need now speaks in different tongue to me



This is the last time I will be wondering

If I'm wasting time writing a cherished song to say.

Is this the last time I will be wondering

If these tired words could make a difference anyway.



Staring at a blank television screen

Only those blinded could know exactly what I mean.

The burning embers in the fireplace

Seem to be losing warmth, escaping without a trace.

Still all I hear are a million voices.

The one I need now speaks in different tongue to me



Rule out the miscommunication

If the telephone keeps swinging side to side.

Don't be afraid to see my face again

And I won't shy from letting you try.