Sitting in a barber's chair on a birthday afternoon Staring at the mirrors hung from
both sides of the room With me between the two of them, I stared
into the haze Of all the mirrors and the changes of my
younger days From the mirror hung before, looking back
at me Each image, one year younger, was the boy
I used to be Reflections of each seasoned year that went
their separate ways Within the mirrors and the changes of my
younger days So I sat there looking at a face I thought
I'd known Picking out the changes in the time that
I had grown A student and a sailor and a little boy at
play Caught in the mirrors and the changes of a
younger day I smiled and they smiled back at me like
some old long lost friends We shared in knowing we were just the means
to some vague ends But our smiles were built on love of life
And time is all we pay To view the mirrors and the changes of a
younger day As the barber swung the chair around, I wondered
what I'd find In the changes that tomorrow brings to the
mirrors of my mind So I questioned what would be, then I put
away my fears To face the mirrors and the changes of my
later years
Sitting in a barber's chair, rubbing both my eyes
I must have fell asleep a while, I didn't realize
Well I dreamed I rode a time machine and I crossed the years like waves
To view the mirrors and the changes of my younger days
My hopes and fears within the mirrors and the changes of my
later years