The Man of a Thousand Faces lyrics

The man of a thousand faces

Sits down at the table

Eats a small lump of sugar

And smiles at the moon like he knows her

And begins his quiet ascension

Without anyone's sturdy instruction

To a place of no religion

Has found a path or a likeness

His words are quiet like stains are

On a table cloth washed in a river

Stains that are trying to cover, for each other

Or at least blend in with the pattern

Good is better than perfect

Scrub til your fingers are bleeding

And I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without crying

He used to go to his favorite bookstores

And rip out his favorite pages

And stuff them into his breast pocket

And the moon to him was a stranger

Now he sits down at the table

Right next to the window

And begins his quiet ascension

Without anyone's sturdy instruction

To a place of no religion

Has found a path or a likeness

And eats a small lump of sugar

And smiles at the moon like he knows her

• Artist:Regina Spektor
• Album:Far (2009)