The Man In The Back
(Johan Bengtsson)
The man in the back is always alone
Comes in in a whisper, and suddenly gone
A mystery without clues
Is he a burglar on the loose?
Did he choose this transparent existence?
The man in the back leans back, nonchalant
Like he always knew everything that was thought
An approval of the state
Where no-one ever wait
For the one in the back of every meeting
The man in the back eats his lunch by himself
Trapped with his box, his fork and his blame
A dignity without words
Will someone ever learn
From the man who sacrificed his comfort
The man in the back closed his books, went away
Nobody missed him, or asked him to stay
A history without thoughts
Of what they never saw
Just a man, and his sacrifice for comfort
In their arms
Credits:
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, keyboard and programming)