He looks through windows
He tries to guess
What makes them laugh
What makes them feel
What makes them love, sick and smitten
What makes them real.

He lies awake staring at the wall
Silly little sleepless chap
Daybreak comes to salvage him
Before his nap.

Wish I was a telephoto lens
Then I could be with life close up
Then I'd make all kinds of loving friends
And we'd all laugh; it'd be so nice.

Behind his door nobody knows
Why, he could dance on tippy-toes
He could run in circles
Nobody knows.

Wish I was a telephoto lens
Then I could be with life close up
What exactly is it fate intends?
Is this a joke? We'd all laugh.

Behind his door nobody knows
Why, he could sleep without his clothes
He could punch the walls in
Nobody knows.

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