by Ann Mortifee & Valerie Hennell
Lapus Lazuli on every finger
Wrists wrapped in silver and gold
You wear your success like some kind of armour
As if it could keep out the cold
An air of indifference completes the disguise
You offer your hand while so carefully avoiding my eyes
Are you lonely in there, do you want to come out
Do you fear you have nothing to say
Do you watch from the curb as the world passes by
Afraid you might get in its way
Are you lonely in there
Are you lonely in there
Come out to play
Even in a crowd, still you are a stranger
Somehow you're always alone
And any who come seeking your favour
Must chisel their way in through stone
It's your business to know all the right things to say
Yet the sigh in your silence
Well, somehow it gives you away
Are you lonely in there, do you want to come out
Do you feel you have nothing to say
Do you watch from the curb as the world passes by
Afraid you might get in its way
Are you lonely in there
Are you lonely in there
Come out to play
©1983 Jabula Music
