Plutoman

You know what they say about the lady who talks with the fishes
They say that she’ll always have at least a billion, billion friends
And somewhere there’s a god who will grant each and all of her wishes
She laughs in the face of the man looking over the fence
I can see that you’re dreaming
But I can’t see the pictures
Sleeping in the light of starshine and goldfishes
Even out here where he sits drowning in isolation
He’s stacking his bricks high and slowly walling out the world
She’s sending him flowers and sunshine but he doesn’t notice
On the stem of a rose she writes «Have a nice day, Plutoman»
I can see that you’re dreaming
But I can’t see the pictures
Sleeping in the light of starshine and goldfishes
He feels like he’s the last man alive
He feels like he’s stuck on Pluto
Each day’s a bad one, each day he’s all alone
Colors and music is what you will see and you live for
Take a ride with a stingray and you’ll see the world through his eyes
She’s sending him flowers and sunshine but he doesn’t notice
On the stem of a rose she writes «Have a nice day, Plutoman»