Lonely sidewalks that lead nowhere
Lonely footsteps up the stairs
Lonely eyes that look right through
the lonely lights of the avenue
Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody sees that I’m
even here.
My watch is clicking keeping time
empty verses that never rhyme
Lonely eyes behind a screen
A stranger’s face I’ve never seen
Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody seems I’m
even here.
You walk past my window—
what do you see?
It’s all a reflection
when you’re looking at me.
And if my life’s an open book,
I’ve lost myself among the pages
And out the window at five a.m.
I watch the snow in all its stages
and if I’ve lingered for too long
in a time when it’s all too clear
that nobody knows me.
Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody seems I’m
even here.
You walk past my window—
what do you see?
It’s all a reflection
when you’re looking at me.
