Everyone can see a nobody change in me Didjun homing grounds in bungalos by the sea Brilliant engines hum on fields of tobacco rolling free Insedient beings climbing trees So come on down, from telephone town And let your voices jump around with me Everyone I know pretends to be a person Everyone should try not to be a person It's a big surprise To exercise your human right To hide in plain sight Go out like a light Over ripened fruit A man with a video camera I've got something he can spy on An ego low with me like all of his travels it's a rush The story unravels so just hush Come on down from telephone town and let your voices jump around with me