People: A Theory

People can be mean and people can be nice And people can be any single way you'd like People can be meaner, people can be greener Than you'd ever thought you'd know Paris or London or New York or Mars People can be any single way they are Wherever you go, you just have to know People can be mean or nice Float far away From all the lights and the paint Make-up and curtain and stage Away from what you think you are Away from who you think you are Away from all the burnt-down sights Away from all the sunken kites People can be big and people can be small And people can be any single shape at all People can be richer, people can be slicker Than you'd ever thought you'd know Dumpsters or mansions or boxes or barns Everybody lives underneath the stars Wherever you go you just have to know People can be real or molds of steel Float far away From all the lights and the paint Make-up and curtain and stage Away from what you think you are Away from who you think you are Away from all the burnt-down sights Away from all the sunken kites Float like a cloud in the stratosphere Float like a bubble in the mesosphere Float like a seahorse in the troposphere Float like whatever you are As long as you're in the atmosphere Float far away From all the lights and the paint Make-up and curtain and stage Away from what you think you are Away from who you think you are Away from all the burnt-down sights Away from all the sunken kites