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I wrote this song many years ago, but it never really made it into my regular repertoire. Why, you ask? The answer is silly. This song is in a slightly altered tuning, which means I have to adjust my guitar before and after playing it. I don't have many songs in altered tunings, but the few I do have are underplayed because I hate taking the time to completely retune my guitar when I'm playing live. Plus, I have this intense fear of breaking a string in the middle of a show. Not a good reason, but a reason nonetheless.
Circus/Fair footage courtesy of pexels.com. The rest I took on a drive out to Groton this weekend.
Lyrics
Invisible boy, why pretend with your good looks and your rich friends blue jeans rolled up, lines on your skin lines where your dress socks have been Invisible boy, nobody looks can't learn how to love by reading books Lila Mae lives across the street you could send out flares, she'll never see Let it roll, let it take you back the past in smoke rings, you better take a drag Let it flow, put your lips on it you uncorked the bottle, better take a swig Invisible boy The silence falls like broken glass streets cast in moonlight where you walked to class Under the bleachers, climbing the fence tie over your shoulder, a teenage aristocrat Let it roll, let it take you back the past in smoke rings, you better take a drag Let it flow, put your lips on it you uncorked the bottle, better take a swig Invisible boy Oh you're getting older invisible boy |