Where am I
Where am I
Where am I
Where am I
Oh, dreams stand in my closet
Like a row of run-down shoes
I pick a pair and put em on
Then carefully I choose
The thin small brush of hope
To paint my cracklin mirror face
Directions say to cover scars of pain
With clear clean space
And then I run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Where am I
Where am I
Where am I
Count the spoons and sweep the past
Beneath the barren floor
I look into the glass and think
I've seen that face before
The fresh bunch in my hand
The color of my wounded pride
I shut the door run down the stairs
And leave the key inside
And then I run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Where am I
Where am I
Where am I
Instrumental
Count the spoons and sweep the past
Beneath the barren floor
I look into the glass and think
I've seen that face before
The fresh bunch in my hand
The color of my wounded pride
I shut the door run, down the stairs
And leave the key behind
And then I run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by
Run out to meet myself
In case I happen to walk by [Repeat]

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