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He came bursting out of nowhere like a sphere into the sun |
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And he cast his light on everything, it was like he never died |
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And he landed right on target, but the target rolled away |
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And it left him pointing nowhere you could hear the children |
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say |
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He's the fellow, the man who invented himself |
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When you need her love so badly but she's trying to relax |
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You can't work it with your fingers so you try it with an axe |
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And he taps you on the shoulder; looking out for number one |
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Is like drilling for a rainbow or an iceberg in the sun |
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He's the fellow, the man who invented himself |
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Nobody knows where he's from |
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Nobody knows where he's gone and gone and gone |
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But he's not here |
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When you're waiting for your baby to get back from the moon |
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And throw her arms around you, in a fairly quiet lagoon |
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Well that loneliness is nothing, just imagine how he feels |
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He's the only person in the world who still believes he's real |
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He's the fellow, the man who invented himself |
