There’s a man that I used to know
And sometimes he still visits with me
When it’s late and the alcohol’s glow
Is nearly gone
And it’s time to awaken

And he looks and he laughs at the sight
And he asks what has happened to me
And I blame it all on the lights
But he smiles and says I’m mistaken

And there is no use in disguising
What the eye can so clearly see
That I’ve spent my whole life denying
That the man in the mirror is me