I come aboard   I sing a lament   The world isn't round   It's Twisted and Bent   But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself   Is the kind of fate I never contemplate   That reminds me of the time I felt   It's time for sin and catholic guilt   Two years later to the day   I had reason to confess   With her hair a shining shade   Of bus-conductress blonde   Tales of music and movement   Were told in grip and groan   But to put these thoughts   In songs like theirs   Of the honest truth   There'd be no trace   Just lying out loud   Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of   "If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"   You came into my life like a brick through a window   And I cracked a smile   I know her face so well   Although the color of her eyes   Escapes me for the moment   Though her embrace   Is like being short-changed   But if I knew what made carpets fly   I wouldn't be sitting here   Twiddling my thumbs   I'd threadbare my soul   And wheedle my way   Into other people's lives   And out of my own   So typical - a battle of wits   And I've come half prepared   Now we raised a toast to celebrate   As December's embers fade   But every fire is just a hoax   For January's little joke   Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired   Every actor hides a heckle,   doctor hydes a jekyll   See through my disguise   But I forget the conversation we had   I don't remember what you said or did   That made you so attractive   I'm immortal   And that's no life at all