I just cut the string   On a dusty old shoe box   And opened a door to the past   Now I’m sittin’ here with my souvenirs   And these faded old photographs.      Fightin’ back tears   Lookin’ back through the years   And wonderin’ why dreams fade so fast   Now the young boy I see   Don’t look like the me   Reflected in this old looking glass.      The man in the mirror   Sees things so much clearer   Than the boy in the pictures   With his eyes full of dreams   Oh, the men that I’ve tried to be   From fifteen to forty-three   Never believed that they’d end up like me.      There’s that touchdown I caught    Back when I thought   I’d play for the cowboys someday   There’s you holding me in my faded fatigues   Comin’ home to the U.S.A.      One after another   All my sweet dreams and lovers   Pass before my tear filled eyes   Pictures of a fool   Who was selfish and cruel    Till the day he made you say goodbye.      The man in the mirror   Sees things so much clearer   Than the boy in the pictures   With his eyes full of dreams   Oh the men that I’ve tried to be   From fifteen to forty-three   Never believed that they’d end up like me.      Oh, I never believed I’d be lonely like me...