Andy Scisco Imaginary Man
He’s pacing, he’s lacing
His thoughts in circles round his head
As night returns
To feed the town again
He seals it, conceals it
In tight routines, but from the door
The sounds of life
Remind him once again
He’s just an imaginary
Only an imaginary man
Caught in the spirals of his plans
Caught in his plans
Caught in his plans
Caught in his plans
Her clothes in the closet
Her silent make-up in the drawers
They fill his life
With emptiness again
He’s just an imaginary
Only an imaginary man
Caught in the spirals of his plans
And underneath the silver moonlight
He dreams over a hundred sleeping lands
To a building with a window where she stands
Of paper he’ll make her
A boat, he’ll send it through the mail
With hope to light
A smile upon her face
He’s just an imaginary
Only an imaginary man
Caught in the spirals of his plans
Caught in his plans
Caught in his plans
Caught in his plans
