Kate Miller Heidke
Four Spare Seats
She's plugged into headphonesCrouched in the corner of her one bedroom flatHer clothes for the next day hang in the hallwayOver the welcome matShe sees her own reflectionLooking back from a blank TV screenShe stares for a while and then she mimes the wordsAnd on those days when she is looking around herShe's so amazed by the things that she seesBut most days she only sees herselfUpstairs behind another locked doorHe's watching a movie that he's seen beforePhone's off the hook, the curtains are drawnThe benches are clean and the dishwasher's onHe sees his own reflection in a frame on the wall that's catching the lightHe hadn't realized that he looked so tired And on those days when he is looking around himHe's so amazed by the things that he seesBut most days he only sees himselfNext morning they pass in the hallBoth of them stare straight at the floorAll they hear is the sound of their shoesSongtexteAs they climb in their cars to the radio newsThey're stuck in traffic nowAt opposite ends of the very same streetAnd just like everyone elseDriving with 4 spare seatsAnd if today they were looking around themThey'd be amazed by the things that they'd seeThey don't even see themselves
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