Chris Rea — Looking Glass Blues

I've got the looking glass blues 'Cause I don't like what I see That Ghost of a broken soul He sure don't look like me He looks tired, old and troubled And that ain't the way that it should be I got the looking glass blues Mirror mirror please help me if you can That ghost of a broken soul He must be another man Seven years of bad luck Seems like my only hand Now seven years of bad luck Seems like a better deal to me I don't have to feel grief no more At that poor soul looking back at me