The Man who Turned Into a Chair

Lyrics for The Man who Turned Into a Chair

When I was a boy I couldn't stop running I ran just to feel the wind in my face Then one day I said I'm tired of running I think I might try Staying in one place for a while He slipped off his Oxfords and picked up the crossword The man who turned into a chair He loosened his belt and he cursed second helpings The man who turned into a chair Out there was disorder, in here all was good A fine blend of corduroy, leather and woord And as evening slipped in, his mind started drifting The man who turned into a chair I'd like to come back Come back as a martin The martins that fly Down by the lock And if I come back Come back as a martin I'll swoop but I'll dive I'll never stop No, I'll never, ever stop The change did not scare him, he'd rather stopped caring The man who turned into a chair A fusing of diverse and disparate fibres The man who turned into a chair His wife didn't notice 'till it was too late And she could no longer differentiate 'Tween husband and wing-back, oh please, someone bring back My man, he's turned into a chair Here I am Where? Here It cradled his thighs and it coddled his soul No one was surprised when it swallowed him whole There's no return when you're part of the furniture The man who turned into a chair The man who turned into a chair