Richard Knott - The Question

The Question

There's seven billion on the planet
The number's growing all the time
Even as another couple million kick the bucket
There's twice as many getting born and falling into line
The price of real estate is rising
A little space is hard to find
There's no solution
To noise pollution
And all those ringtones drive me out of my mind
Talk is cheap and getting cheaper by the day
But no one talking at me seems to have a thing to say
Their mouths keep moving, it's a never ending drone
Why do I feel so alone?

My popularity's increasing
Least if my junk mail's any guide
Yes it seems I may already be a lucky winner
The pretty girls are waiting, they'll be pouting at my side
I'm targeted for market research
My demographic's on the nail
For making whoopee
This focus groupie
Will tell them what they want to hear, the cheque is in the mail
They love my feedback, they hang on every word
That I'm the most important person to them is inferred
They're chasing me by email, SMS and phone
Why do I feel so alone?

I crank my filters to eliminate the spam
But all those Russian models, they still know who I am
My browsing history's like my footprint in the sand
The world walks with me, it wants to hold my hand

I'm getting invitations daily
Please be our social network friend
Tell us what you're doing and we want the smallest detail
Add us to your profile, we'll be buddies till the end
Such brotherhood is there between us
Like Robin and his merry men
No mafiosi
Could be so cosy
And when they tuck you in at night you're never seen again
I pass through airports, my cellphone starts to buzz
It's welcome to our country, please enjoy your stay with us
They're tracking my movements, my life is not my own
Why do I feel so alone?

I call the bank, they need my mother's maiden name
My user ID, password and my PIN code so they claim
They treat me like a number just to prove that I exist
My heart and soul, at the bottom of their list

Well thanks for listening to my story
Maybe for some it struck a chord
Or maybe you've been thinking that my grass is so much greener
To get some time alone for you would be a big reward
Well I'm not looking for your pity
I know I'm here through my own choice
A little croaky
For karaoke
Sometimes out of key but always singing in my own voice
We're just insects on this anthill, so it seems
But all God's creatures can have their hopes and dreams
So I'm going to ask The Question, until the answer's known
Why do I feel so alone?
Sing it if you want to, you won't be on your own
Why do I feel so alone?