Go To The Mirror

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 is 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 mountains
 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