Shrunken Man

Say it, say it, say it (He can't say it) He's just an imperfect man Trapped in an imperfect body Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry Mr. Slo-Blo, Mr. Yo-Yo Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire Drifting higher and higher He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts But some days in little ways Love seeps out in the things he says And all he really wants is to feel grown up again