There was a tiny Asian woman screaming in the street today
And she was screaming at a person that she obviously hates
She was so loud we heard the screaming with our windows all rolled up
And we looked down at the street to see who she was screaming at
But there was no one on the sidewalk so we all looked back at her
And we saw in her homeless hands she had a 1960s mirror
A pretty plastic girlie one framed in a purple case
And she was screaming at herself and she was spitting at her face
And we were scared and we were shaking waiting at the intersection
Looking at each other's faces each one a shock reflection
And we laughed with nervous laughter at the crazies in the street
But it's only because we know it's how we kind of want to be
And there's a fraction of a brain cell chain that makes us who we are
One falls smug in the mirror, someone's laughing from the car
Casey said she'd seen the woman half a dozen times
And that she has a bunch of mirrors, she has lots of different kinds
And I wondered what she'd shouted and I wondered what she'd done
And the light turned green and someone said we ought to put her in a song
And I feel sorry for that woman as she stormed off in a day
With a bitter frozen enemy who will never go away
And so many of us hate ourselves but never shout in rage
And we never get to hold a mirror and we never turn the page
And I'm lucky I've got people who will hold me in the night
And I'm lucky that you love me and I'm glad we never fight
And I'm lucky that I like myself but late at night I doubt
So I'm scared to look in mirrors just in case I start to shout
I'm lucky I've got people who will hold me in the night
And I'm lucky that you love me and I'm glad we never fight