Am G F C
Grabbing a towel, you wipe off the mirror.
It could the mist was doing you a favor.
Dark circles and wrinkles, bleamishes all
are the ways that you mark time on your prison walls

E7            Am
The lies that you've written
The lies that you've said
are all plain on your face now
just waiting to be read

Dm                   G
Though you can never make it right 
C                  Am
no matter what you try
Dm                   E7         Am
when the face in the glass is a lie

Hot water and a razor eliminate the shadow 
of a misbegotten youth and a life on the go
walk by a barber, is it time for a trim?
walk by a church, you don't even look in

A mint for your breath
some gel for your hair
a balm for your conscience
are you even aware?

E7                                Am
If it's the clothes that make the man
then yours are threadbare
for the damage you've done
you'll need more than a tailor
# copyright Joe Johnston