a shifting of the wind
A human being's made of more than air
...I sorta felt that way until my bride decided to put her foot down. Apparently, the only temper worse than a Scottish (not Scotch) temper is an Assyrian temper. The big ol' program last night was shortened considerably the second my fiancee walked in the place--the facility was far too opulent and far too showy for her tastes. And she's seemingly sick and tired of me feeling pushed aside...thank you very much.
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who...
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I'm feeling a shift in the wind; and that's a good thing.
