There is a man in the lobby
He will say nothing, just stare at you
Standing in the corner
When you go out or come in
He won’t say a thing
But his eyes will follow your footsteps
Counting one, two, three, infinity
Infinity, three, two, one.
He will pacing up and down,
Go here and there in the lobby,
Only when no one is around.
But when there is chaos and life in the lobby,
He will just stand in the corner.
Oh, Man in the Lobby
See I have come to meet you
I want to see you, talk to you,
Where have you gone now?
See, there is no one out here
Only me and perhaps you
You can come out from your hiding place
We will meet then and talk about things,
One thing, or just nothing.
