( Colin Hay )
Sometimes I’m invisible
I’m nowhere to be seen
Kicked like a tin can
Into the shape of a man
Trying so hard to break in so
I can burst out
Perspectives every changing
leaving me in doubt
I’ve got a chronic disorder
I’m balanced between
the edge of a razor
trying to cut clean
Got my eyes on the road
Trying to keep steady
Got my hand on the wheel
I feel I’m nearly ready
Hope that’s me who’s dreaming
And that’s not me who’s screaming
Want to wake up warm
not tattered and torn
Still for all the killing
there’s nobody winning
Want to spit it out
Want to scream and shout
Lying in the gutter
I heard someone mutter
Creeping the shadows
trying to get home
Like the swing and the see saw
Hard to keep steady
But with some rearranging
I feel I’m nearly ready
Sometimes I’m invisible
I’m nowhere to be seen
Kicked like a tin can
Into a Sugar Ray man
Hope that’s me who’s dreaming
And that’s not me who’s screaming
Want to wake up warm
not tattered and torn
Lying in the gutter
I heard someone stutter
Creeping the shadows
trying to get home
Got my eyes on the road
Trying to keep steady
Got my hand on the wheel
I feel I’m nearly ready
(C)1985 EMI April Music Inc
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