the reflection

 

words and music by

john greene

 

sitting, watching the reflection

of a door across the street

dreading, seeing the reflection

of someone, i used to see

 

i really thought that this time

i'd found someone that cared

it just felt right for a moment

i felt that i'd arrived

at that mystical, magical heaven

where true, true love survives

but i'm sitting, watching the reflection

of a door across the street

 

treading on my own footsteps

going back over difficult ground

it's a matter of rebuilding

a heart shattered a thousand times

then finding that certain someone

you can trust to take it on

not sitting, watching the reflection

dreading, seeing the reflection

of someone, i used to see