Most People

As 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

'Cause 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