Accordion

He's almostPart of a different side of lifeRudely inspectedSilent, fragile in himself.He's just another foolWith his simple mindWho's not usedJust to act like anyoneHe's heaping up all this useless stuffInstead of working.He enjoys livingMeans living in another worldQuite unusualBut in keeping with himself.He's just another foolWith his simple mindWho's not usedJust to act like anyoneHe's heaping up all this useless stuffInstead of working.He's creatingStrange appliances he inventsAll the peopleAre just wondering.When he's all aloneAnd he locked the doorSomething newSomething strangeIs happening thereYou never would believeThat he could conceiveHuman kinds dream.And so he's livingJust in keeping with himselfHe knows that one dayHe'll fly.