The Man Who Invented Himself - Robyn Hitchcock

He came bursting out of nowhere like a sphere into the sky

And he cast his light on everything, it was like he never died

And he landed right on target, but the target rolled away

And it left him pointing nowhere you could hear the children say

He’s the fellow, the man who invented himself

When you need her love so badly but she’s trying to relax

You can’t work it with your fingers so you try it with an axe

And he taps you on the shoulder;

looking out for number one

Is like drilling for a rainbow or an iceberg in the sun

He’s the fellow, the man who invented himself

Nobody knows where he’s from

Nobody knows where he’s gone and gone and gone

But he’s not here

When you’re waiting for your baby to get back from the moon

And throw her arms around you, in a fairly quiet lagoon

Well that loneliness is nothing, just imagine how he feels

He’s the only person in the world who still believes he’s real

He’s the fellow, the man who invented himself