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)