Leon Russell Follow

Standing by the highway
Suitcase by my side
There's no place I want to go
I just thought I'd catch a ride

Many people look my way
And many pass me by
In moments of reflection
I wonder why

To the thieves I am a bandit
The mothers think I'm a son
To the preachers I'm a sinner
Lord I'm not the only one

To the sad ones I'm unhappy
To the losers I'm a fool
To the students I'm a teacher
With the teachers I'm in school

To the hobos I'm imprisoned
By everything I own
To the soldier I'm just someone else
Who's dying to go home

The General sees a number
A politician's tool
To my friends I'm just an equal
In this whirlpool

Magic Mirror won't you tell me please
Do I find myself in anyone I see
Magic Mirror if we only could
Try to see ourselves as others would

To policemen I'm suspicious
It's in the way I look
I'm just another character
To feed and brand and book

To the censor I'm pornography
With no redeeming grace
To the hooker I'm a customer
Without a face

And the sellers think I'm merchandise
They'll have me for a song
The left ones think I'm right
The right ones think I'm wrong

And many people look my way
And many pass me by
And in my quiet reflection I wonder why

Magic Mirror won't you tell me please
Do I see myself in anyone I meet
Magic Mirror if we only could
Try to see ourselves as others would