You're looking in the mirror on your wall
You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all

Tired of hanging in this old dirty town
Tired of having friends hanging around

You got a glimpse down in New Orleans
Of a nightmare that was your dream

You're looking in the mirror on your wall
You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all

Just tell me
If you need me
If you don't
Why don't you let it go