I'm sitting here looking at somebody
and I think that that somebody is actually me
at least, one would assume so
because I'm looking in a mirror and the mirror's looking back at me
if I squint and look closely, I can sortof make out
somebody I recognize
but oh I've come so far, it's hard to tell
if this me is really me or if this me is only my disguise

so I turn to the old zen koan
what was my original face?
I figure maybe I can find me in those I've known
if I can't find me in physical space

I'm sitting here looking at the first song I ever wrote
and it's really really really really weird now to think that I wrote it
but now I'm looking at the more recent songs and back to the first one
and it's weirder still to see just how often I practically quote it

Hello my old heart
you're hiding in this song
you're not as far away as I thought at the start
you've been here all along
Hello my old selves
the ones I used to be
and I laugh at what one finds when one delves
into the mystery that is me

it's amazing how the memories
come back at a smell or sound
I don't need a time machine to travel back
I just have to look around, and find
some old CDs
my favorites when they were new
they have the power to take me back
to who I was when they were first listened to

Hello my old heart
you're in all of these songs
you'll be there 'til deafness do us part
you've been there my whole life long
Hello my old loves
the ones it was better to lose
but though I'm happy with the way that things are now
I still like remembering you

Hello my old heart
you're in all of my songs
I don't quite recall putting you there
but you seem like you belong
Hello my old heart
you turned into the one I have now
leading along the path to get here
without me quite knowing how