Nobody's Business - Peter Hammill

Look out through your dark hair

Tell me the colour of your eyes when they’re cool;

Look out through the dark ages

And tell me what’s covert, transfixing you

Oh, you’re nobody’s business

Oh, you’re nobody’s business

And the patterns of your life

Are suddenly twisted and torn

And gone are all the clothes that you’ve worn

Just like yesterday’s papers

You’re tired and forlorn

And you’re no-one

Look back at the photos you’ve saved

Dead mementoes of your modelling days;

I look through all my cuttings of you

But they all seem so lost, so dead, out of phase

Oh, you’re nobody’s business…

I think back to the girl that I knew —

She doesn’t seem so very much like you:

She used to care about her smile and not her face…

That’s before it was her fortune and took over her soul’s place

Oh, you’re nobody’s business…

Papering yesterday’s pages

Tapering off in the storm

You’re no-one