Dead Ringer

You're a dead ringer for a feeling I once knew And I wish I wasn't missing... The old days when we sang until our lungs gave out Now I'll sit around and wait you out At the end, there's one lesson to be learned I hope that you're still having fun You're a dead ringer for a moment I remember And all along the way, it lost its meaning One trembling hand grips the steering wheel Navigating the winding road to a place we no longer call home-- Was there ever a home? You're a dead ringer for someone that I recall But last year I held a funeral I used to see her when I looked into the mirror But after a while I never saw her at all At the end, there's one lesson to be learned I hope that you're still having fun