Whatever Happened To Me - Tim O'Brien

I like to make my livin' playin' songs for you

If I wasn’t doin' this, I don’t know what I’d do

Short order cook in greasy spoon café

Part time house painter, drinkin' up my pay

My face in the mirror looks the same each day

It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way

Whatever happened to me?

I went to see the psychic, she said I’ve been expecting you

I’ll look in my crystal ball, you look in there too

Are you lookin' for someone?

That’s my specialty

I said ok psychic, whatever happened to me?

My face in the mirror looks the same each day

It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way

Whatever happened to me?

Reminds of that nightclub where my friends and I would play

A man with lots of money tore it down one day

I’d like to buy all those bricks and build some kinda shrine

To the memory of the music and those dear old friends of mine

My face in the mirror looks the same each day

It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way

My face in the mirror looks the same each day

It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way

Whatever happened to me?