The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror
It seems I'm losing my way again, he sighed
And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down
An ever deepening track
His wife place a hand upon his shoulder
How over these past few months, he's aged so many years
He'd give this life to live again
He'd be so more daring. Be so much bolder
But a little less aware
It's something of which he can't
Be certain and so he stays restrained and hurting
At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter
How he longs for her to run to them as she did when
She was young, but her secrets have become her fears too
Yet still she remains his child
His still-pretty wife manages so well
Makes excuses for his absence
Tries so hard to find the road he's on
The madman combs his hair, his expression has returned
Almost to normal and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd
Back into an ordinary life
An ordinary life
