He was always there
But nobody seemed to notice him

Looking back

Looking back

Looking back

And he never left his chair
In fact, I think he burned it to the ground
'Cause they always had the floor
Never placed themselves aside
To let the man speak

She never raised her head
Because of the scar that ran down her right cheek
She never grew up
Because she turned 29 at age 15

Look around
Around, around, around, around, around, around

Look around
Around, around, around, around

Composição: Robert Carmine