Trumpet Sonata in D Major, Z. 850: II. Adagio - Balsom Ensemble & Alison Balsom

You've got me so confused And there's words I could use but I'm afraid to say them I feel I've been had and I'm boiling mad Still, I can't live without you You don't have the time And you won't spend a dime Not even to call me Oh, you don't know I exist and I wouldn't be missed If I had the nerve to quit you Invisible, I feel like I'm invisible You treat me like I'm not really there And you don't really care I know this romance, it ain't going nowhere Invisible (just like my love) You treat me like I'm invisible When you get the need to flirt you do your work You just don't care how much it hurts I can never reach you on the phone It rings and rings But I know you're home It may be naive but I just want to believe I'm the only one yeah I tell myself lies to give you alibis Knowing your promises you'll never keep Like the merry-go-round, I'm going up going down I'm on a dead end street Invisible (just like my love) I feel like I'm invisible You treat me like I'm not really there And you don't really care I know this romance, it ain't going nowhere Although I know it's not a lot Don't want to lose whatever we got I keep hanging on knowing I can't win 'Cause it's too hard to start over again Invisible, I feel like I'm invisible You treat me like I'm not really there And you don't really care I know this romance, it ain't going nowhere Invisible (just like my love) You treat me like I'm invisible When you get the need to flirt you do your work You just don't care how much it hurts Invisible, (just like my love) I feel like I'm invisible You treat me like I'm not

I stood on faith and the corner of ambition I came here to sink or swim And to show them all that they were wrong And though I never thought I'd make it this far So the curtains are down For the moment I'm someone There were those in the wings who waited, who came this way Now they're gone But there's always someone at home who never forgets who you are And when I'm down and I'm growing old I won't be along no railroad track I won't be bound to a life out in the cold It's been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home When I'm down and I'm growing old I won't be along no railroad track I won't be bound to a life out in the cold It's been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home Can't go on, I'm on the top of my better years I'm going home, it's too lonesome on the bottom rung here It's been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home