Stranger in the Mirror

Keep your arms open wide love
'Cause I’m coming home
I don’t know where I am but I don’t care
'Cause I know where I’m going
I’m going where the voices
In my head tell me to
I’d walk a thousand crooked miles
To try to get back to you
Well I’m weary to the bone
As I wake here alone
With a pain that won’t let me be
And there’s a stranger in the mirror
Staring back at me
(Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ?)
These hands are shaking in the shadows
Of the old morning sun
That’s dripping through the window pane
Lord, this feeling is second to none
Repeat Chorus
I can almost see your smile
And I can almost hear your voice
Rising high up above
The flat land of Illinois
Repeat Chorus