If he knows we're around, he doesn't care
Cause he acts like the world just isn't there
He's entranced or insane, and so he sings
Out of tune, but he attends, and everything
I see him seven days a week, and 365 a year
The going and already gone are a different kind of fear
If she knows we exist, it doesn't show
Cause she talks to herself, as if alone
She discusses and debates, and even fights
Though it seems in the end, she's always right
I see him seven days a week, and 365 a year
The going and already gone are a different kind of fear
If she knows we exist, it doesn't show
