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Paroles: Bruce Hornsby. Mirror On The Wall.

I'd like to try throwing the I Ching
I'd like to try someone analyzing my writing
I'd like to see what's written on the crystal stones
And see what happens if I put on my turban
And start throwing bones, hey

Maybe I'll be a gopher
And getting bagels for the U.N.
Maybe I'll cruise bars
In futile search of perfect 10's

And maybe I'll be the legendary
Scandal-ridden pol
Keeping up my solid citizen front
When I'm really just bought and sold

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be

And handwriting and dice rolls
I Ching and crystal stones
And tea leaves and astrology
Get someone to interpret your dreams

Still I don't know where we'll be
Will you take this ride with me?

Maybe I'll be a doctor
Ophthalmologist, checking out eyes
Maybe I'll get a job
Making little skinny curly fries

I might feel important
As a security guard
And I'd love to lean on you
When times get too hard, hey

Maybe I'll be the overweight
Ex-jock chasing skirts
Telling my old stories, you know
The older you get the better you were

You could be my right hand
Tell me when I'm a joke
And maybe there'll be some times
When we feel like we're not just blowing smoke

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be

Handwriting and dice rolls
I Ching and crystal stones
And tea leaves and astrology
Get someone to interpret your dreams

Still I don't know where we'll be
Will you take this ride with me, with me?

Maybe I'll invent the nuclear
Magnetic resonance stomp
Or create a synthetic hue for you
Or maybe chemical breakthroughs

Take a map of genome
And give directions to a friend
And develop a crumb-crisp coating
For a new cake and ice cream blend, hey

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be

Fortune tellers and mirrored walls
Tarot cards and ouija boards
And tea leaves and astrology
Why don't you come and lay with me?

Still I wonder where we'll be
Will you take this ride
Will you take this ride with me, with me?

Bruce Hornsby