When I look in the mirror
I don’t see the man you see
You wouldn’t want to be seen
With a member of a club that would include me
It’s not that I don’t love you
But I can’t say the same for me
When those long ago ghosts sing their love songs of woe
It’s not you that can’t love, But… it’s me
Oh oh I can’t say that it isn’t so
Way back then I did not know or I couldn’t see
Oh oh, Still your face it comes to haunt me
That grand romance that never caught me
Though your beauty was there for me
All the time that was wasted
All I wanted to see
Was a spark of what you thought was so special
In me
Now I’ll never get to know ya
Gold thru a sieve I’ll never hold you
So sad one plus one equals none
And not we
Oh oh, Still the ghosts they come to haunt me
That grand romance that never caught me
Though your beauty was there… for me
David.Finestone@gmail.com
