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I lean too close to the bathroom light
Towel on my shoulder like I won a fight
And there it is, that half-bald place
Where tomorrow's hand might smooth my face
I tilt my head, let the ceiling glow
Like a small moon in this room I know
I grin and say, Well, look who's near
Hello to my years, come on in here
I'm turning left, I'm turning right
Chasing angles in the light
Like time's a record on the turn
I laugh so I don't have to run
I'm revolving around my looking glass
Spinning present into past
Shine from my head-I hear it said
A glowing pate where the light is cast
If it comes, let it come-no shame, no mask
I'll leave my jokes like the trail I pass
Yeah, I'm revolving around my looking glass
I point at the mirror, Captain Chrome
you doing alright in that future home
Do birds salute you when you rise and wake
Do you blind bad thoughts with the shine you make
I lift my brows like a curtain call
And the echo laughs from the tiled wall
Then softer-Old me, hear this too
I hope you're kinder than I've been to you
I hope you learned to say "I'm scared
Without pretending you don't care
I hope you kept what mattered most
And let the rest go like a ghost
I'm revolving around my looking glass
Spinning present into past
Shine from my head-I hear it said
A glowing pate where the light is cast
If it comes, let it come-no shame, no mask
I'll leave my jokes like the trail I pass
Yeah, I'm revolving around my looking glass
And for a moment the laughter clears
And I see the shape of my better years
Not losing, not ending, not getting... less
Just opening up into honestness
The mirror fogs when I breathe too hard
Like the future blurring its postcard
I tap the glass like, Will I know me
When I get there, and still be free
I'm revolving around my looking glass
Watching time do what time does fast
Shine from your head-let it be true
A glowing pate where the night can rest
I'll walk out clean, unhooded, unasked
Laughing like I own my past
Yeah, I'm revolving around my looking glass
Revolving... around my looking glass.
Revolving... and letting it pass.