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Mind Reader
We sit down to dinner at our usual time
With nothing much to say
An awkward moment stares us in the face
Silence as I try to read your mind
But I draw a blank and simply ask
�Honey, how was your day?�
�Fine,� you replied
As you sat there tapping your water glass
Staring off into the corner of the room
Hoping the moment would soon pass away
But the silence won�t subside
As we sit there with nothing much to say
I�m not a mind reader
I�m not a psychic, prophet either
I can�t tell you what�s wrong, can�t make it all better
When you try to hide, putting everything aside
Though I�ve tried and tried
I can�t read your mind
You talk about work, you talk about play
But when it comes down to certain things
Like what you�re thinking and feeling inside
You don�t have very much to say
There�s only silence and an awkward moment
As you tap your glass and look away
But I can see it in your eyes
I can sense the hurt and pain
And though we sit in silence, I can hear the cries
Of your soul that hold you down again
But I can�t get in and you won�t come out
I can�t read your mind so I�m left out in the dark
I�m not a mind reader
I�m not a psychic, prophet either
I can�t tell you what�s wrong, can�t make it all better
When you try to hide, putting everything aside
Though I�ve tried and tried
I can�t read your mind
I can�t read your mind
I can�t touch your soul
I can�t feel your heart
I can�t heal your hurt
You won�t open up and I can�t get in
You�re afraid I�ll catch a glimpse
Of your greatest flaws
And your darkest sins
But I'm not here to condemn
I just want to understand
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Copyright � 2001 Rachel Young
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