Behind your little door Inside that head of yours Cateye glasses Backstage passes And I think you're a movie star But somewhere on a park bench The old man is laughing So you honk at him and you say something But you're invisible, So invisible From your dark café From your late night day You're invisible, So invisible Knock knock your monster home Mochachino ice cream cone Cologne, cigars, bass guitars And I think you're a movie star But somewhere on a park bench The old man is laughing So you honk at him and you say something But you're invisible, So invisible From your midnight dreams From your late night screams You're invisible, so invisible But somewhere on a park bench The old man is laughing So you honk at him and say something But you're invisible, So invisible From your dark café Late night day You're invisible, So invisible From your midnight dreams From your late night screams You're invisible, So invisible