I used to sit on the stool and watch him shave If my memory is right I was 7 or 8 In the eyes of a child he was no less than great But time would prove anything could change 'Cause he was too old fashioned when I was 16 Not near as smart as my buddies and me But the only friend I'd grow up to meet Got called home just shy of 63 Now the man in the mirror looks so familiar He's wearing that same crooked smile Same lines of worry, kids growing up too early And gray hairs from extra miles I thought I'd never see him again But little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror Now I realized just how wise he was Sometimes without talking he still taught us His strong hands of justice would end with a hug He knew nothing was stronger than the power of love I can truthfully say that I know how he felt 'Cause just the other night when my son needed help When I fixed his little plane with the one piece left He looked at me in a way I never saw myself Now the man in the mirror looks so familiar He's wearing that same crooked smile The same lines of worry, kids growing up too early And gray hairs from extra miles I thought I'd never see him again But little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror I thought I'd never see him again Little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror
I used to sit on the stool and watch him shave If my memory is right I was 7 or 8 In the eyes of a child he was no less than great But time would prove anything could change 'Cause he was too old fashioned when I was 16 Not near as smart as my buddies and me But the only friend I'd grow up to meet Got called home just shy of 63 Now the man in the mirror looks so familiar He's wearing that same crooked smile Same lines of worry, kids growing up too early And gray hairs from extra miles I thought I'd never see him again But little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror Now I realized just how wise he was Sometimes without talking he still taught us His strong hands of justice would end with a hug He knew nothing was stronger than the power of love I can truthfully say that I know how he felt 'Cause just the other night when my son needed help When I fixed his little plane with the one piece left He looked at me in a way I never saw myself Now the man in the mirror looks so familiar He's wearing that same crooked smile The same lines of worry, kids growing up too early And gray hairs from extra miles I thought I'd never see him again But little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror I thought I'd never see him again Little did I know I'd turn in To the man in the mirror
