Letras
Oh, I should tell you about my power
About my mysterious kink
I used to go about fully believing I was invisible
The legendary invisible rock singer cowboy
I would open my mouth and spew forth
No blues, no yous, just "Hey me, yeah you, over here"
Just for a moment I would materialize
Anyway, people started to talk about
This legendary mysterious loudmouth
Invisible rock singer cowboy
I began to cool, come back, materialize
Even though I wasn't meaning to
People began to come and see this invisible loudmouth
Legendary rock singer cowboy
People would sit behind me at cafes and say
"He thinks he's invisible, watch"
Geez, you know, I hate to keep 'em waiting
I tried my best, I got quite upset
Then I thought, it's not such a bad thing to be seen
As a guy who thinks he can't be seen
Even though I know I can, it's quite a trip
I mean, in certain circumstances, certain places
Anything goes, if you're known
If you got a name around town as a guy
Who'll do anything if nobody's looking
But if everybody's looking
'Cause they think he thinks he can't be seen, I mean, they stare
It's like they think I can't see 'em
It's like I'm blind, it's like I'm invisible
Everybody's looking
'Cause they think I think nobody's looking
So I cannot be seen
So I'm not looking at them
I know exactly where they are
And even if I was, they couldn't see me
Because they're too busy waiting for me
To dematerialize right there in front of 'em
Actually, what a place to hide
I mean, say you was a spy, an undercover man
Somebody on the run, what better place to disappear
What a cover, a lead singer in a rock and roll band
I mean you're poor, you're stoned
You're a slave to an unnameable half-forgotten ambition
You're just another guy on the lost highway
You're a rambling man, you're a pirate of love
Hey, you're a rider on the range
A seventh son of a seventh son
A love rustler, a desperado
A Boston Right Royal historically entitled to be bad
The man in black, John the Conqueror
The world's forgotten boy
Meat man, Mr. Breeze
The velvet fog, the silver fox
The little cloud that cried
The best dressed chickadee down
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Come on
Hey, I'm dropping some fucking science on you here
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, I'm tripping this music out, yeah
Who else, man?
Who else, man?
Who else is gonna take you here?
Yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna be
Yeah, hiding out
Hiding out, hey
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Jim, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah