Objects in the Mirror - Stephen Kellogg

The day that I was born, right before my parents split

And it was hard, I know, on them

When you’re young, raising children

As we look back through the looking glass

Visions closer than they appear

Stubbing toes on toys, those days you’ll wish were still here

They’ll be objects in the mirror

Our eyes glued to school’s only television set

No one told us, now we knew

Every dream does not come true

As we look back through the looking glass

Visions closer than they appear

Even when they say the sky above will be clear

There will be objects in the mirror

The day I said goodbye to my favorite refugee

If he came to us again

Would we even let him in?

Last day I remember momma acting like herself

When the angels took her home

I was never so alone

As we look back through the looking glass

Visions closer than they appear

When you’re holding on to the hope of one more year

We’re just objects in the mirror

Terror in Las Vegas and the ghost of Tom Petty

All these big guns in bad hands

Cannot bring back one good man

As we look back through the looking glass

Visions closer than they appear

If fear itself is the only thing we should fear

What of these objects in the mirror?

Surrounded by my family, 12 o’clock on New Year’s Eve

Throwing paper on the fire

Nothing else that we require

Cause a heart with no regrets

Is as good as it can get

As we look back through the looking glass

Visions closer than they appear

There’s so many things to be grateful for, my dear

All these objects in the mirror

Objects in the mirror