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?