Alive and Well and Living In
Ian Anderson
Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing
If she should want some peace she sits there, without moving
And puts a pillow over the phone
And if she feels like dancing, no one will know it
Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her how it should be
She can't remember now when she was all in pieces
She's quite content to sit there listening to what he says
How he didn't like to be alone
And if he feels like crying she's there to hear him
No reason to complain and nothing to fear, they always will be