Leather Chair

I can see you sitting and the colors are changing

Keeping track of seasons through the window frame

Can't you see what's going on here?

And it seems unfair that you are stuck in that old red leather chair

Picture after picture, you read old letters

Can't you see what's going on here?

 

I think you know it

I think you're feeling all alone

I think you sense it

I think you're smarter than you let on

(I always thought that though)

 

I can feel you watch me from the doorway of your middle room

But I don't let you know that I can see you

And I can feel the softness when your hand is holding mine

And I can feel you weaken on my shoulder

Can't you see what's going on here?

I think you know it

I think you're feeling all alone

I think you sense it

I think you're smarter than you let on

 

And I am living in England

And I am missing New York

 

Can't you see what's going on here?

Can't you see what's going on here?

Can't you see what's going on here?