Looking back at my reflection A ghost train whistle howled Back at my past with forgiveness and affection Wondering where you are now Interjections and sad reflections As the bullshit hit the wall In the belly of the beast - in the sickness of the soul Of America the Small America The Small Looking back - Back to front Front to back again Mesmerised by your perfect skies Perhaps you're better off without me in the end Better off without me in the end If we meet In the shadowed street What could you say Midnite birds Have no words All traces blown away Looking back - Back to front Front to back again Hypnotised by your stunning lies Perhaps I'm better off without you in the end Perhaps I'm better off without you in the end