Lyrics

Smoke filled rooms and burgundy,
In restaurants and in other places,
Streets of clay that turn to gray,
As dusk begins to fall.
Helicopter landing pads,
And buses full of mixed emotion,
Night becomes the day,
Becomes the wintertime once more.

All other people,
Don’t they share the world you live in?
All other people,
Don’t they have their dreams?

Movie houses, hotel lobbies,
Headlights flashing through the hours,
Silhouettes of people
That you’ll never come to know,
In between the years of growing,
Never knowing your tomorrow,
As the sun begins to fade
Above the sheltered sky.

All other people,
Don’t they share the world you live in?
All other people,
Don’t they have their dreams?

Television, crowded prisons,
Politicians, indecision,
Silence is the only sound
When new year’s day arrives.
Snow is falling, children calling,
It’s another Sunday morning,
Hear the echo through the dawn,
There’s daylight once again.

All other people,
Don’t they share the world you live in?
All other people,
Don’t they have their dreams?