Lyrics

Looking out my window at all the faces on the street
They are moving, they are moving syncopated to the beat.

I wonder where they are going. Disappearing to the night. Driving they are driving further further out of sight.

Passerby with fancy shoes.
We have way to much to loose.
We can scream out our points of view going nowhere much too fast.

Time will pass regardless now of what you say or what you do.
Say hello at least fake a smile, don't you know, I know we're all passing through.

Passerby with fancy shoes.
We have way to much to loose.
We can scream out our points of view going nowhere much too fast.

In the end it never mattered any way.
In the end maybe the stats are wrong so.
Say the words you want to say but if they tear and separate.
Could it be we both are wrong?