Oh,

hel-

lo

_

Mis-

ter

Soul,

_

I

dropped

_

by

to

pick

up

a

rea-

_

son

for

the

thought

_

that

I

caught

_

that

my

head

_

is

the

e-

vent

of

the

sea-

_

son.

Why

in

crowds

_

just

a

trace

of

my

_

face

could

_

seem

so

_

pleas-

in',

_

I'll

_

cop

_

_

out

to

the

change,

_

but

a

stran-

ger

is

put-

ting

the

tease

_

on.

I

was

down

_

on

a

frown

when

the

mes-

sen-

ger

brought

_

me

a

let-

_

ter.

I

was

raised

_

by

the

praise

of

a

fan

who

said

I

up-

set

_

her.

An-

y

girl

_

in

the

world

_

could

have

eas-

_

i-

ly

known

_

me

bet-

_

ter.

She

said,

"You're

_

strange,

_

but

don't

change",

and

I

_

let

her.

_

In

a

while,

_

will

the

smile

on

my

_

face

turn

to

plas-

_

ter?

Stick

a-

round

while

the

clown

who

is

sick

does

the

trick

of

dis-

as-

_

ter.

For

the

race

_

of

my

head

_

and

my

face

_

is

mov-

ing

much

fast-

er

Is

it

strange

_

I

should

change?

_

I

don't

_

know,

why

don't

you

ask

her?

Is

it

strange