The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror - "It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down an ever deepening track His wife places a hand upon his shoulder How over these past few months, he's aged so many years He'd give this life to live again He'd be so more daring, be so much bolder - But a little less aware It's something of which he can't be certain And so he stays restrained and hurting At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter How he longs for her to run to them as she did when she was young, But her secrets have become her fears too Yet still she remains his child His still-pretty wife manages so well Makes excuses for his abscence Tries so hard to find the road he's on The madman combs his hair His expression has returned almost to normal and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd Back into an ordinary life An ordinary life