On what do you base your life, my friend?
Can you see around the bend?
Can you see?

On what star do you take your sight
On a cold and blowy night
Alone, alone?

Old man can you make a mirror for me?
It's got to be clearer than air for me
Cause you see I can't see me, no

And I always thought that I meant what I said
But you know that lately I've read
We were lying

All of us lying
Just making it up, yeah
Cutting it out of whole cloth, yeah.

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Writer(s): CROSBY