Most People

If she listens very carefully to a room of conversation She can feel the planet orbiting through space She hears pieces of arguments, beginnings of jokes And the odd lines of a song she cannot place And it all makes up an image that resists interpretation Which is, lately, how she likes to see herself How she does not believe in accidents, doesn't disagree out loud And falls in love with every man she cannot help And she thinks, "Most people don't talk enough about how lucky they are Most people don't know what it takes for me to get through the day Most people don't talk enough about the love in their hearts" But she doesn't know most people feel that same way If she focuses her energies on just walking through the neighborhood With depths and shallows nobody could sound Like January Christmas lights under billion-year-old stars She comes up with more of what is lost than what is found So by the time that she explains to me just a glimpse of what she's understood She betrays the meaning 'putting it in words' So she smiles at me lovingly and says, "Just let me hold your hand So far, it's the only way I can let myself be heard" And she thinks, "Most people don't talk enough about how lucky they are Most people don't know what it takes for me to get through the day Most people don't talk enough about the love in their hearts" But she doesn't know most people feel that same way And she thinks, "Most people don't talk enough about how lucky they are Most people don't know what it takes for me to get through the day Most people don't talk enough about the love in their hearts" But she doesn't know most people feel that same way And she thinks, "Most people don't talk enough about how lucky they are Most people don't know what it takes for me to get through the day Most people don't talk enough about the love in their hearts" But she doesn't know most people feel that same way