Woke up this morning with a funny feeling, wasn´t really sure what it was all about. But it felt like I was disappearing, so I ran to the mirror to check it out. I said, “Here I am, here I am, here I am ...but why do I feel like the invisible man?” I stumbled back into the bedroom, and stared out at the rising sun. Then I heard myself shout aout the window, not really talking to anymore. I yelled, "Here I am, here I am, here I am ...but why do I feel like the invisible man?” ®: Lights went on, people started yelling, “Will the crazy man go back to bed.” And there I was, laughing out my window, feeling much better now, somebody heard shat I said. Well it´s no big thing, no revelation, no answer to these lives we lead. But I think I do know one thing: Sometimes I think we all need to say, “Here I am, here I am, here I am,” when life makes us feel like the invisible man? ®: Lights went on, people started yelling, “Will the crazy man go back to bed.” And there I was, laughing out my window, feeling much better now, somebody heard shat I said. Woke up this morning with a funny feeling, wasn´t really sure what it was all about. But it felt like I was disappearing, so I ran to the mirror to check it out. I said, “Here I am, here I am, here I am ...but why do I feel like the invisible man?” Oh, here I am, here I am, here I am ...but sometimes I feel like the invisible, here I am, here I am, here I am ...but why do I feel like the invisible man?”