I'm waking up to see the same.
My eyes are tired & my head's to blame.
The mirror clouds reflection in a haze.

The tick tock of the grandfather clock will be heard again.
All I hear are a million voices.
The one I need now speaks in different tongue to me


This is the last time I will be wondering
If I'm wasting time writing a cherished song to say.

Is this the last time I will be wondering
If these tired words could make a difference anyway.


Staring at a blank television screen
Only those blinded could know exactly what I mean.
The burning embers in the fireplace

Seem to be losing warmth, escaping without a trace.
Still all I hear are a million voices.
The one I need now speaks in different tongue to me


Rule out the miscommunication
If the telephone keeps swinging side to side.

Don't be afraid to see my face again
And I won't shy from letting you try.