People

I, I'm fighting the sense of a dream Find it strange, seeing a stranger at the light Looking like me There just In a nightmare, happy on the surface In denial, praying at the service It's survival, taking shape in what they want most They're just people Driving on the highway next to people Living out their lives with other people Aching for the feeling of a freefall They're just people I, I'm fighting the stranger in me What's it like to be in the back of the crowd, longing to see? I'm just- One in a million to you A face you'll never know Picking a point of view, it's true They're just people Driving on the highway next to people Living out their lives with other people Aching for the feeling of the freefall Other people People smile to the driver of the taxi Driving someone crying in the backseat Wishing they were all the other people Other people People Driving next to other people Living lives with other people Dreaming, aching for a freefall It's you, it's me People Smile, driver of the taxi Someone crying in the backseat Wishing they were other people They're just people Driving on the highway next to people Living out their lives with other people Aching for the feeling of the freefall Other people People smile to the driver of the taxi Driving someone crying in the backseat Wishing they were all the other people Other people (People, people)