I crawl beneath the surface
I hide under the ground
When I look into the mirror
I see a different kind A different kind of being
Free from state of mind
Holding things together
Like a stone inside behind Been hording up these memories
In a place inside my house
A place full of pictures
With peoples eyes cut out You can see right through them
Like your living within
And holding them together
Like a stone under their skin There's a young man in the mirror
There's a young man in the crowd
There's a young man now living far from his tribe
But when he feels like trying
He's blinded by the headlights
The headlights If you walk along the train-tracks
In the town were i was born
Where the pine trees are talking
And the sons are growing old If you look high above you
There is a shadow coming in
Filled with whats missing
Stories from within There's a young man in the mirror
There's a young man in the crowd
There's a young man now living far from his tribe
But when he feels like trying
He's blinded by the headlights
The headlights As I walk through the darkness of my youth
Like a young man, Young man
I see the world through the eyes of my youth
Like a Young Man, Young Man