You are. Are not just. An invisible boy. But if you want to be one. An invisible boy. You could go under cover. Make your great escape. Go where only eagles dare go. Without needing wings. Jump on a triumph like Steve Mcqueen. It's time you lived your dream. "But how can this be" you say. "Won't it all fade away. If I'm only made out of clay. Only made out of clay". You are. Are not just. An invisible boy. But if you want to reach her. As an invisible boy. You could sit down beside her. Hold her as she cries. Call upon your friends the cloud riders. To unlock the sky. Then wave to the snowdrops skating by. Catch the laughter from her eyes. "But how can this be" you say. "Won't it all fade away. If I'm only made out of clay. Only made out of clay". You are. Are not just. An invisible boy. But if you want to be one. As an invisible boy. You could cross over to the. Great Pub in the Sky. There you'll find him listening to a lost soul. Pouring them a pint. Then you'll know you have missed his advice. And he'll look you in the eye. "If you want to be" he'll say. "To be only partially a boy that's made out of clay. We're all made out of clay. But not you. You are my best invisible boy. And if you want to be this. An invisible boy. Then only those who can see you. Will be better off because they can. See and believe in. My best invisible boy. My best invisible boy"