There are people in other places
there are people doing things
There's a few more years
and a thousand faces
but I'm still sitting here
holding on to your shadow
as you walk out on me
and you don't pick up the phone
so I won't say I'm sorry
even if this time I'm wrong
There are a thousand other places
a thousand ways to start anew
but I'm still treading the same pavement
brushing shoulders with
someone that I'll never know
And there's music
and there's laughter
but it doesn't mean a thing
when you're looking out a window
or staring straight ahead
There are people in other places
and a thousand other faces
but none of them are you
your shoes are treading on my pavement
I'm rushing to a standstill
and I don't know what to do
Bumping into strangers- excuse me
just someone that you'll never know
as the colors blur in motion
and the world resumes its speed