Chris Whitley - On Cue lyrics

I got no reflection I can make out now Immaculate projection reels go round and round Till all them images have faded to blue Always on cue, always I could get crippled, child, just lying in your bed Something your vintage fifties' father did for you Always on cue, always on cue, always on cue Always on cue, always on cue Always on cue, always on cue