One of the few minor benefits to the quieter side of things I woke in the morning, without any warning, Had simply forgotten what it was like. This isn't a joke, man. I'm as thin as smoke, man And I can pass through anyone, And as far as I can tell I can't affect them. It's just the same as it ever was. Hitched a ride, and as you passed by I laid face down to the floor. Will you pass by again? And so I stole a couple things for fun, But in a few years, I'm a stranger to anyone. Even in my own eyes, even back in Shanghai. Caught a glimpse, but it's gone again. This isn't a joke man. I'm as thin as smoke, man, And I can pass through anyone, And as far as I can tell I can't affect them. It's just the same as it ever was. Why won't the light bounce off of my little molecule, like it did only yesterday?