Chrome trim on the gondola, Aspen nights in designer snow. Cocaine angels in the hot tub, Talking Nietzsche with the radio. Ski patrols and neon hustlers, Wall Street wolves on a powder high. I traded chords for the chairlift chatter, Burned my youth in a thin-air sky. Champagne in the snowdrifts, Credit cards on a silver tray. The glass won’t hide the joker, Seventeen still wants to play. Reflections in the mirror, (Reflections in the mirror) See the decades in my face, (See the decades in my face) No signs of fear here, (No signs of fear here) Searching for the saving grace, (Searching for the saving grace) My seventeen year old image, (My seventeen year old image) Reflected back in my eyes, (Reflected back in my eyes) Tarnished but not diminished, (Tarnished but not diminished) The fire of youth that never dies, (The fire of youth that never dies) MTV glow in a mountain chalet, Pink champagne on the mirrored floor. Leather jackets in the ski racks, Every sinner knocking on the door. Euro models with a lift ticket, Trading secrets for a little fame. I played licks in the velvet basement, While the brokers bet the cocaine game. High life in the low beams, Cashmere lies on a powder night. The mirror cuts through the costume, And the kid still burns inside. Reflections in the mirror, (Reflections in the mirror) See the decades in my face, (See the decades in my face) No signs of fear here, (No signs of fear here) Searching for the saving grace, (Searching for the saving grace) My seventeen year old image, (My seventeen year old image) Reflected back in my eyes, (Reflected back in my eyes) Tarnished but not diminished, (Tarnished but not diminished) The fire of youth that never dies, (The fire of youth that never dies) Time’s a crooked dealer, Dealing dust with a knowing grin. Après-ski philosophers, Preaching sins in a tonic gin. The mirror hums like an old LP, Spins the groove of my reckless cries. And the boy inside the wreckage Still refuses to apologize. Now the moguls ride in silence, Just a postcard on a winter wall. But the glass still shows that outlaw, With a Stratocaster in the hall. Aspen ghosts in vintage Oakleys, Whisper back from a younger scene. The past is sharp as a carving edge, Cutting lines where the soul’s still lean. Neon gods in the half-light, Whispers freeze in the alpine air. The mirror laughs at the legend, But the wild kid’s always there. Reflections in the mirror, (Reflections in the mirror) See the decades in my face, (See the decades in my face) No signs of fear here, (No signs of fear here) Searching for the saving grace, (Searching for the saving grace) My seventeen year old image, (My seventeen year old image) Reflected back in my eyes, (Reflected back in my eyes) Tarnished but not diminished, (Tarnished but not diminished) The fire of youth that never dies, (The fire of youth that never dies)
