Sometimes the voices are there just to tell us

What we want to here

Sometimes the choices we make are the ones

That we pray disappear

But I suppose that one would say

That all our tomorrows began yesterday

I'll be your man in the mirror

But I'll need your help with the door

I'll be your constant companion

'Cos I've been right where you are before

Sometimes your promises

Made are a shade on the dubious side

& sometimes your actions speak

Louder than words of an off colour kind

But I suppose that one would say

That all our tomorrows began yesterday

I'll be your man in the mirror

But I'll need your help with the door

I'll be your constant companion

'Cos I've been right where you are before

Falling, spinning, more than willing to call it a day

Twisting, turning, reaching, yearning for someting to say

But I suppose that one would say

That all our tomorrows began yesterday

I'll be your man in the mirror

But I'll need your help with the door

I'll be your constant companion

'Cos I've been right where you are before

I'll be...