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