I’ve been faking half this time
All my confidence is just a lie
I don’t know if anything that I do’s the right thing
I woke up to the strangest dream
My hand stuck to a microphone
I ran around telling everyone that it’s on (oh!)
Every thought I said out loud
Was the reverse of how I meant it
Would I still be singing the same song (oh!)
When no ones watching
I’m tired of dressing up
Like a young professional
If no one checked my clothes
They’d be baggy jeans and band shirts
Tired of wearing Seattle Nice
We’re too polite for justice
Too buttoned up for breaking off on our own
Am I still a one-man band
Do I beg for validation
Do I genuinely love building my brand
When no one’s watching
She hates you half the time
And still flies home when you are dying
You spat and capped her knees
And she’s giving you her kidney
Is she doing it out of love?
Or social obligation
Does she sense that god is taking notes?
I’m a social creature
And a moral fabrication
I find myself believing in myself and this big land
No need to be thanking me
There’s no true altruism
Wonder if I’d still be shoring up this house of sand
When no one’s watching
When no one’s watching
When no one’s watching
When no one’s watching
When no one’s watching
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021