Lyrics: Dawn Sinclair
Music, vocals, arrangement etc Mark Ellis
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Story behind the song
I was in a cafe one day, writing away, as always....and I looked up and around me....thankful that, as usual, no one was staring at me doing so. At the same time, it made me realise how invisible we all are at times.....
Lyrics
V1
Every day she sits alone....preferring it that way
Sipping at her cappuccino....wond'ring what to say
Pale of face, she glances sometimes....careful not to show
The little things she notices....as people come and go
chorus
They don't really see her,
as if she's not there
They don't really see her,
and they don't really care
V2
Every day he points his cam'ra...towards a diff'rent view
Hoping for that perfect moment.....though he's found so few
Weathered face looks out upon....a world the man's outgrown
But in his eyes, no bitterness....it's all he's ever known
chorus
They don't really see him,
as if he's not there
They don't really see him
and they don't really care
focal bridge
the world turns on its axis without help from a human hand
and we go on pretending we can hope to understand
we can follow where the others go, as if our lives are planned
or step aside the flowing tide and watch the marching band
V3
Every day they flow down subways....and take the fastest train
Pushing for some private space...or views through a dusty pane
Tired faces mask the troubled souls they've trapped inside
They think that if their dues are paid, they'll find somewhere to hide
chorus
But who's there to see them
are they really there?
Yes who's there to see them
Who's left now to care?
bridge