As usual, there was no sign of life outside
He knew that he would get no answers
What kind of vacuum are you filling?
When a vacuum forms, something has to come along to fill it
He had made up his mind. He was not going to be afraid
We have our own way of doing things
He wanted to live a normal life like everybody else
It is the place where he is meant to be lost
There shouldn’t be any humans here
Being young, he has a lively curiosity and is ready for adventure
As soon as he closed the book, he had to come back to the real world
Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape
There were funny stories, moving stories, and violent stories
So even though he was an alien he was never an outcast
He lived a different kind of life in a different world
Gone Fishing
Whatever place we chose was our world
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
The thing is, you seem to fly above it all
He turned here and there, not knowing what to do
Come on now, we’ve got things to do
You’ll understand when you meet him some time
He liked to photograph odd things
Of course they were happy to be there
There was no doubt this was a small thing
I’ve never seen nothing like that
He’ll never be happy there
I’m starting to believe I’m invincible
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
They had a mystery on their hands
They all did their best
We all have pain
The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know
So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance
There can never be more between us than there is just now
I don’t see how it could have been anyone else, do you?
He looked at all this and then at her
I do think I carried things off rather well
We’ve something you’re going to want to see
He said he’d thrown everything away
How much is real and how much is imagined?
And Now for Something Completely Different …
Everything’s important till we know it’s not
I remembered her later because of her eyes
I think you and I can work together
We just slipped off the edge of the world
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
I rummaged around inside myself and tried to find a memory
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