People, we're only people,
There's not much anyone can do, really do about that,
But it hasn't stopped us yet.
People, we know so little about ourselves,
But just enough to wanna be nearly anybody else.
How does that add up?
Oh, friends, all my friends,
Oh, I hope you're somewhere smiling,
Just know I think about you more kindly than you and I have ever been,
And I'll see you the next time around the bend.
People, what's the deal?
You've been hurt,
And I've been hurt,
But what do we do now?
People, we're only people,
There ain't a thing one person can ever change about that.
Oh, friends, all my friends,
Oh, I hope you're somewhere smiling,
Just know I think about you more kindly than you and I have ever been,
And I'll see you the next time around the bend.
I think the end of it all may look a lot like the beginning:
We're passed around from hand to hand,
Screaming for no particular reason,
The company gets pretty thin,
So we start to shed all our distinctions.
So why not me?
Why not you?
Why not now?