I've spent a lot of time looking in the mirror
trying to figure out just who I am.
I become disfigured and detached
I look like a hundred different people
from the very place where I stand.
Each fragment of my life is there in every pore,
every hair has grown out of control.
I don't feel any need to hide anymore.
My reluctance has taken its toll.
And it's all the same
all over again.
I can't say that I know exactly what I'm doing
or that I'm operating on some kind of plan.
I'm up in the air and I don't know where I'm landing.
But I know that I'll be standing right where I stand.
And it's all the same
all over again.