The Sound Of My Voice

It seems so far away, and then it seems so close to me.
And the future's right here in the air,
It’s clearer maybe than it’s supposed to be,
Than it’s supposed to be.
It seems so hard to take,
When they're questioning what’s wrong with me.

Cause I look at myself in the eye, in the mirror,
Maybe I’m wondering, maybe I’m wondering...
If I follow the sound of my voice
And I live in a world of my choice
Then when I’m old if I’m lucky and the years have gone by,
I can look back and smile.
I can look back and smile.

Cause all we have is what we have to give away.
And all we need is to feel it all come back one day.
But it seems so far away, like a vision in some kind of dream.

And I look at myself in the eye, in the mirror,
Maybe I’m wondering, maybe I’m wondering...
If I follow the sound of my voice
And I live in a world of my choice
Then when I’m old and I’m ugly and the world's passed me by,
Whoa, will I look back and cry?

If I follow the sound of my voice
And I live in a world of my choice
Then when I’m old if I’m lucky and the years have gone by,
I can look back and smile.
I can look back and smile,
I can look back and smile,
I can look back and smile.