| Woke up this morning with a funny feeling
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| Wasn’t really sure what it was all about
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| But it felt like I was disappearing
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| So I ran to the mirror to check it out
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| I said, «Here I am, here I am, here I am
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| …but why do I feel like the invisible man?»
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| I stumbled back into the bedroom
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| And stared out at the rising sun
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| Then I heard myself shout out the window
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| Not really talking to anyone
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| I yelled, «Here I am, here I am, here I am
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| …but why do I feel like the invisible man?»
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| Lights went on, people started yelling
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| «Will the crazy man go back to bed.»
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| And there I was, laughing out my window
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| Feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said
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| Well it’s no big thing, no revelation
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| No answer to these lives we lead
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| But I think I do know one thing;
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| Sometimes I think we all need to say;
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| «Here I am, here I am, here I am,»
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| When life makes us feel like the invisible man
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| Lights went on, people started yelling
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| «Will the crazy man go back to bed.»
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| And there I was, laughing out my window
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| Feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said
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| Woke up this morning with a funny feeling
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| Wasn’t really sure what it was all about
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| But it felt like I was disappearing
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| So I ran to the mirror to check it out
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| I said, «Here I am, here I am, here I am
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| …but sometimes I feel like the invisible
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| Here I am, here I am, here I am
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| …but why do I feel like the invisible man |