She never thinks about me when I'm here    She only dreams about me when I'm gone    My heart rises to my mouth as she passes    by me    and I can't make a sound       She gives me a mirror in a picture frame    She says don't be afraid to blame your blues    on the man you see inside    He's trying desperately to hide       I know she's right    and I can't fight the feelings    That the man inside's not ready for revealing    I walked beside him on a stage    Watched him trying to make believe    He's read the pages of wisdom       Now everyone has a needle    Which we turn to in times of escape    Injecting our realities with some fantasy    makes it all easier to take    Some people say that it sets them free    But me I found that it seldom lets you see    That the path your foot falls on    Doesn't make a sound       I know I'm right and    I can't fight the feelings    that the hearts of men aren't ready for    revealing    I walked beside them in the rain    Watched their distant and their mortal pain    and it's all a shame       She never thinks about me when I'm here    She only dreams about me when I'm gone    My heart rises to my mouth as she passes    by me    and I can't make a sound