In the lounge of class distinction

Rank and number neatly sprawled

In the luxury of income

Sat the new boy feeling cold



Sat there thinking "Where's the toilet?"

Dropped his cigarettes and coughed

Waiting for a chance to pick them up -

That's when the lights went off



Sat there thinking it was funny

Fears subsiding with the lighting

"Turned the lights on" someone shouted

Found himself alone and smiling

Shattered by his own deception

He looked round for helpful clues

Men in suits and glaring glasses

Calmly watched him look confused



Carpet silence stifled whispers

When did something mean so much?

Just the emptiness of silence

Just the feelings, not the touch



Nervous words of introduction

To the instant silent stares

Felt as if he wasn't wanted

And finally he wasn't there



Then he wished that he was back

To somehow make the silence crack

Concluded, like we all have done

Some people make you feel no-one