Dark haired angel at the mirror
Adding highlights to her face
She's part hippie, part rebel
Dressed in leather, dressed in lace
I catch her reflection
Smiling back at me
She says, "Everything's gonna be alright"
To the man I want to be
It's a tired seaside motel room
Though the view is kinda nice
Here to try to fix my life
But repair comes at a price
As I ask the ocean for some answers
She comes to comfort me
To help me turn this mess I am
Into the man I want to be
First sun peaks through curtain cracks
And bathes her skin in light
With the morning and her sweet caress
Go the specters of the night
When the cynics and the schemers
Bring out the worst in me
When I don't like what I've become
She sees the man I want to be
When I've lost faith in myself
She still believes in me
She looks at me with those warm blue eyes
And sees the man I want to be