Lyrics Compartments - José Feliciano

In a closet
In the corner of my mind
There's a thought there
That occurs to me sometimes
What you look for
Isn't always what you find ... no, no
But the pleasure
Is the fun I get from crying (?)
It's a measure of your mettle
What you settle for
It's your job to get the most from what you think you are
So tell me what you are
In a wallet, in a pocket of my mind
Lies my fortune, all I've got to spend is time
In a mirror, in a room up in my mind
I can see things, even though my eyes are blind