Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn´t really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, “Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?”
I stumbled back into the bedroom,
and stared out at the rising sun.
Then I heard myself shout aout the window,
not really talking to anymore.
I yelled, "Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?”
®: Lights went on, people started yelling,
“Will the crazy man go back to bed.”
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard shat I said.
Well it´s no big thing, no revelation,
no answer to these lives we lead.
But I think I do know one thing:
Sometimes I think we all need to say,
“Here I am, here I am, here I am,”
when life makes us feel like the invisible man?
®: Lights went on, people started yelling,
“Will the crazy man go back to bed.”
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard shat I said.
Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn´t really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, “Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?”
Oh, here I am, here I am, here I am
...but sometimes I feel like the invisible,
here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?”
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