I just want to lay low Can I be given a pill that would make me invisible and able to slip in and out of scenes like wind kissing skin Or maybe I could be a shadow that makes the days of others brighter and loads lighter without the burden of explanation Maybe I could be homely like a dog thats been kicked too much but licks a hand because he can still smell the good Somewhere between charming and aprehensive hell, that's my shinning hour - where the I dissapears into the doing and the good gets done and no one is the wiser.