Sometimes the voices are there just to tell us What we want to here Sometimes the choices we make are the ones That we pray disappear But I suppose that one would say That all our tomorrows began yesterday I'll be your man in the mirror But I'll need your help with the door I'll be your constant companion 'Cos I've been right where you are before Sometimes your promises Made are a shade on the dubious side & Sometimes your actions speak Louder than words of an off colour kind But I suppose that one would say That all our tomorrows began yesterday I'll be your man in the mirror But I'll need your help with the door I'll be your constant companion 'Cos I've been right where you are before Falling, spinning, more than willing to call it a day Twisting, turning, reaching, yearning for someting to say But I suppose that one would say That all our tomorrows began yesterday I'll be your man in the mirror But I'll need your help with the door I'll be your constant companion 'Cos I've been right where you are before I'll be...