Go To The Mirror - Jack Nicholson, Roger Daltrey, Ann Margret

He seems to be completely unreceptive

The tests I gave him show no sense at all

His eyes react to light, the dials detect it

He hears but cannot answer to your call

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me

There is no chance, no untried operation

All hope lies with him and none with me

Imagine though the shock from isolation

When he suddenly can hear and speak and see

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me

His eyes can see, his ears can hear, his lips speak

All the time the needles flick and rock

No machine can give the kind of stimulation

Needed to remove his inner block

Go to the mirror, boy

Go to the mirror, boy

I often wonder what he’s feeling

Has he ever heard a word I’ve said?

Look at him in the mirror dreaming

What is happening in his head?

Listening to you I get the music

Gazing at you I get the heat

Following you I climb the mountain

I get excitement at your feet

Right behind you I see the millions

On you I see the glory

From you I get opinions

From you I get the story

What is happening in his head?

Ooh, I wish I knew, I wish I knew