Invisible Boy (week 21)

I wrote this song many years ago, but it never really made it into my regular repertoire. Why, you ask? The answer is silly. This song is in a slightly altered tuning, which means I have to adjust my guitar before and after playing it. I don't have many songs in altered tunings, but the few I do have are underplayed because I hate taking the time to completely retune my guitar when I'm playing live. Plus, I have this intense fear of breaking a string in the middle of a show. Not a good reason, but a reason nonetheless. 
Circus/Fair footage courtesy of pexels.com. The rest I took on a drive out to Groton this weekend. 

Lyrics
Invisible boy, why pretend
with your good looks and your rich friends
blue jeans rolled up, lines on your skin
lines where your dress socks have been


Invisible boy, nobody looks
can't learn how to love by reading books
Lila Mae lives across the street
you could send out flares, she'll never see


Let it roll, let it take you back
the past in smoke rings, you better take a drag
Let it flow, put your lips on it
you uncorked the bottle, better take a swig
Invisible boy


The silence falls like broken glass
streets cast in moonlight where you walked to class
Under the bleachers, climbing the fence
tie over your shoulder, a teenage aristocrat


Let it roll, let it take you back
the past in smoke rings, you better take a drag
Let it flow, put your lips on it
you uncorked the bottle, better take a swig
Invisible boy


Oh you're getting older invisible boy