The Blues of a Reluctant Outsider

i pass by daily saying hello but saying nothing the magic lamp never works when she finds another as a result of the monotony of me, the view of the unrelenting sun in the middle of the mirror burns my eyes with truthful rays of blame i take it all like a man because obviousness itself knows i definitely deserve it i sneak by constantly becoming that quietly crazed lunatic on the other side of the side of the gate george strait strait says you look so good in love....and so do i....