She sailed in a coffee-cupnLife at sea can be toughnShe smiled at the other shorenlooking for something morennBut as she got nearer she found a mirrornthat made her superfluous nature clearnThe girl that's been there beforennAnd I feel I'm being followed, when I'm following hernAnd I fear I do not follow - your train of thought has missed my stationntime and againnWhen they explain to me the things I ought to find self-evidentnnHow she reminds me of menHow I should feel so lovelynHow I should never hate the spitting image of myself.nnSo I found me a new homenamong the arms of stonenIn a land where the men grow tallnthey rise, and they never fallnnBut I still loved those rock and roll boysnwho keep their altitude whenever they get closenIf they can fit my rubber slipper, why can't I fit their clothes?nnAnd I feel I'm being followed, when I'm following themnAnd I fear I do not follow - your train of thought has missed my stationntime and againnWhen they explain to me the things I ought to find self-evidentnnHow he reminds me of menHow I should feel so lovelynHow I should never hate the spitting image of myself.nnTell me where you're going, I can pick another road.