Invisible piano leadsheet with chords

Back then, the men would look and smile at me like boys applying for a summer job.

But no, I never would respond,

the vacancy was taken.

Back home, my love would whisper in my ear.

Those words, a shelter for a troubled soul.

That voice, like sunshine when you're cold,

like water when you're thirsty.

And then one morning he was gone.

A day went by and he was gone.

A month went by and I would stand at the window,

holding the baby, shaking with fear.

Then one day I heard it,

as real as the sun, that voice in my ear.

That's when I realized it,

He was invisible, like a magic trick,

like a miracle.

I don't know how he did it,

he was gone but he still was there.

But, totally invisible, but don't get me wrong,

he was tangible, but invisible like gravity or the air.

They said I had to take a little rest someplace where they could keep an eye on me.

Despite the bars across the window,

my room was pretty sunny.

Those days were mumbles in a sleeping ear.

The hallways always smelled like chicken soup.

Most of the doctors were polite,

the nuns were nice and nunny.

You eat your lunch, a year is gone.

You go to bed, ten years are gone.

Then you wake up and wonder where is it hiding?

Where did it go?

I don't understand.

The life I had wanted, the life I was promised,

the life I had planned.

Then I realized it,

it was invisible, that entire life was invisible because somebody misplaced it,

so it had to be somewhere.

Just out of reach,

just out of sight, there's a couple dancing in candlelight.

No gravity, we're spinning in the air.

Now things are pretty much the same as how they used to be.

The young men still are smiling,

they just never smile at me.

At first I thought they might be blind,

like love or gravity.

But, then I realized,

I picked it up, I've got the gift,

I feel like supergirl.

I've become invisible.

I'm a magic trick;

isn't it wonderful?

Like a character in a comic book.

I can see what you're thinking,

but I don't care.

So if you're on an empty street and you hear the tapping of highheeled feet,

or you hear a heart like a phantom beat or the scream of a woman left incomplete.

Well, don't fear what you can't see,

the odds are good that it's only me.

I'm invisible, I've vanished

in thin...

Tada.