Seems so far away,
And then it seems so close to me,
and the future's right here in the air and it's clearer,
Maybe than it's supposed to be,
Than it's supposed to be.

And it seems so hard to take,
When the question is what's wrong with me,
Cause I'm looking myself in the eye in the mirror,
And maybe I am wondering,
Maybe I'm wondering...

If I follow the sound of my voice,
And I live in a world of my choice,
Then when I'm old if I'm lucky,
And the years have gone by...
I can look back and smile.

'Cause all we have is what we have to give away,
And all we need is to feel it all come back one day...

But it seems so far away,
Like a vision in some kind of dream,
Where I'm looking myself in the eye in the mirror,
And maybe I am wondering,
Maybe I'm wondering...

If I follow the sound of my voice,
And I live in a world of my choice,
Then when I'm old and I'm ugly,
And the world's passed me by,
Will I look back and cry?
If I follow the sound of my voice,
And I live in a world of my choice,
Then when I'm old if I'm lucky,
And the years have gone by...
I can look back and smile.