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No one watching (Naked to the Elements track)

There will be no fantastic fanfare

No drink fuelled hullabaloo

No pomp nor royal salute

No extended special on tv


There will be no one watching when I leave


Social media will not cease to be

The World Wide Web will chatter regardless

Artists continue to churn out fiction

Magicians work tricks and believers believe


There will be no one watching when I leave


The days will still break and still slip into dusk

Weeks will still flow as they do, and they must

Seasons will take heed of the orbiting sun

And light will still grow and slowly recede


There will be no one watching when I leave


Bickering Politicians will bicker still

While plundering spoils with infinite skill

The rest will at best ingest bile, bitter pills

And wonder what ill history preceded this deal


There will be no one watching when I leave


The world will continue to suffer

Deep pain will still reel in the hearts of our mothers

While arrogance hangs in the anger of fathers

And hard though it is to conceive


There will be no one watching when I leave


Our darlings we met on the streets

Will venture elsewhere for their needs

And with patience and guile and forethought

They will coax and cajole and conceal


There will be no one watching when I leave


Clouds will congregate and shroud the sun

Heavy storms of woe will flood this fruitless work

Growling thunder roars in coarse dissent

While gales of hail erode all words of worth


And tunes that continue above and beyond

The rules and constraints of all popular song

Will both vex and upset the inspector

While our verses smirk at his pique

There will be no one watching when I leave


Not a soul will be paying attention

No exclusions nor single exceptions

But armed with this stark apprehension

I persist with my wistful intention


For There will be no one watching when I leave

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