Story Behind The Song

A woman (in this case, my writing partner Eleanore MacDonald) who was given up for adoption as a child looks in the mirror and sees what is perhaps the only likeness of her birthmother that she will ever know.

Song Description

there are many adopted children who live their whole lives and never get to know, see or meet their birth parents, their blood. They carry this unique emotion with them, almost like a secret, but it colors how they see the world, almost as though from a kind of displaced vantage point.

Lyrics

There are voices in my head
I hear most of what they say
Oh but sometimes I don?t listen much
The mirror on the bathroom wall
Is my only photograph of you
As you might have once appeared to me

My love is here
My love is here
Tell me what you really feel

I met a stranger on the street,
One that looked a lot like me
I wonder did she know your face somewhere
They?ve hidden you in secret files
You could be close or many miles
All this time I know that you?ve been there

My love is here
My love is here
Tell me what you feel

Do you live in California or in Tennessee
Does the wind blow your hair with some Delta breeze
Now I keep a place inside that only you would see
Oh but all this time
Did you think of me?

There?s a shadow on the wall
It follows me as I get up
Down the hallway in the black of night
I stumble over hidden toys
From my only baby girl
She is sleeping as I turn the light

My love is here
My love is here
Tell me what you feel

Do you live in California or in Tennessee
Does the wind blow your hair with some Delta breeze
Now I keep a place inside that only you would see
Oh but all this time
Did you think of me?