Four Spare Seats

She's plugged into headphones

Crouched in the corner of her one bedroom flat

Her clothes for the next day hang in the hallway

Over the welcome mat

She sees her own reflection

Looking back from a blank TV screen

She stares for a while and then she mimes the words

And on those days when she is looking around her

She's so amazed by the things that she sees

But most days she only sees herself

Upstairs behind another locked door

He's watching a movie that he's seen before

Phone's off the hook, the curtains are drawn

The benches are clean and the dishwasher's on

He sees his own reflection in a frame on the wall that's catching the light

He hadn't realised that he looked so tired

And on those days when he is looking around him

He's so amazed by the things that he sees

But most days he only sees himself

Next morning they pass in the hall

Both of them stare straight at the floor

All they hear is the sound of their shoes

As they climb in their cars to the radio news

They're stuck in traffic now

At opposite ends of the very same street

And just like everyone else

Driving with 4 spare seats

And if today they were looking around them

They'd be amazed by the things that they'd see

They don't even see themselves