I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox
and opened a door to the past
Now I'm sitting here with my souvenirs
and these old faded old photographs
Fighting back tears, lookin' back thru' the years
Wondering my dreams fade so fast
Now the youg boy I see don't look like me
Looking back from this old looking-gla**
The man in the mirror sees things so much clearer
Than the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams
Oh, the man that I've tried to be from fifteen to forty-three
Never believed that they'd end up like me
There's that touch-down I caught back when I thought
I'd play for the Cowboys someday
And there's you holding me in my faded blue jeans (I'm not sure about this word)
coming home to the U.S. of A.
One after another all my sweet dreams and lovers
Pa**ed before my tear-filled eyes
Pictures of a fool who was selfish and cruel
till the day he made you say goodbye
The man in....