Different People

Sitting in a black and blue taxicab

Listening to the taxi driver telling his story

He was complaining he was talk talk talking

Looking for a house, got no money with mouths to feed

And it was early, five in the morning

Too much information and my head was hurting

I got caught up in his drama, but I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story

If I could only listen to my neighbors' story

Get his point of view and when I do

I tell you my borders are changing

I tell you my borders are changing

It was late, talking to a friend of mine and she was telling me about her day

She thrown away her books and her television

Said she's done with it all, done with it all

At first I couldn't stop myself laughing but her silence told me so much more

I got caught up in her drama, but I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story

If I could only listen to my neighbors' story

Get his point of view and when I do

I tell you my borders are changing

I tell you my borders are changing

Slowly, surely, surely

I got mine too, what about you

I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story

If I could only listen to my neighbors' story

Get his point of view and when I do

I tell you my borders are changing

I tell you my borders are changing