A song about infinite regression -- something to reflect upon. Life aboard that ship was like living in a Tardis ... except the compartments were smaller on the inside ... (BZ)
Sitting in a barber’s chair on a birthday afternoon
Starin’ at the mirrors hung from both sides of the room
With me between the two of them, I stared into the haze
Of all the mirrors and the changes of my younger days
From the mirror, hung before, looking back at me
Each image one year younger was the boy I used to be
Reflections of each season, year, that went their separate ways
Within the mirrors and the changes of my younger days
So I sat there, looking at a face I thought I’d known
Speaking out the changes and the time that I had grown
A student and a sailor and a little boy at play
Within the mirrors and the changes of a younger day
I smiled and they smiled back at me like some old long-lost friend
And we shared in knowing we were just the means to some big end
But our smiles were built on love of life, and time is all we paid
To view the mirrors and the changes of our younger days
As the barber swung the chair around, I wondered what I’d find
In the changes that tomorrow brings to the mirrors of my mind
So I questioned what would be, and I put away my fears
To face the mirrors and the changes of my later years
Sitting in a barber’s chair just rubbin’ both my eyes
Well, I must have fell asleep a while, I didn’t realize
I dreamed I rode a time machine across the years like waves
To view the mirrors and the changes of my younger days