Lyrics

MR. MYERS

you were right, he likes to be left alone
he's inside, he's torn out the telephone
we can lie under the trees and wait
I know he won't be late

Mr. Myers in the window
with a glass of lemonade
and the telescope that he made
for occasions just like these
he aims to please you

we don't mind living life in our dreams
when we find that things turn out to be
just what they seem
while we lie under the starry skies
he puts on his x-ray eyes

Mr. Myers in the window
with a glass of lemonade
and the telescope that he made
for occasions just like these
he aims to please you