You're looking in the mirror on your wall

You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all

Tired of hanging in this old dirty town

Tired of having friends hanging around

You got a glimpse down in New Orleans

Of a nightmare that was your dream

You're looking in the mirror on your wall

You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all

Just tell me

If you need me

If you don't

Why don't you let it go