Lyrics

I'll tell you a story of an ordinary man.
It's a little bit funny and a little bit sad.
He wakes in the morning. He puts on his clothes.
They don't seem to fit him.

He looks in the mirror. He stands on a chair.
Something is missing that once was there.
He would tatoo his skin just to be caught in sight.
But would anyone noticed the changes inside?

When he was young, he towered high
but not tonight. he sits quietly.
And year's ago, he was bigger than
what he's become: the amazing shrinking man.

Sitting in traffic at the start of his day
he cannot see past the cars in his way.
Down at the office he boosts up his chair.
this is the day they'll notice he's there.

They'll bring their young to come and see
the little man that used to be.
They'll stand in line and wave their hands
at once was the amazing shrinking man

No one notices.
No one will notice 'til it's too late
No one will notice, 'til he's gone away

Isn't it funny? Isn't it sad?
his time is up now. the story must end.
But in time another will put on his clothes
that won't seem to fit him, no, they won't seem to fit him.