I've never been more lonely. The night is closing in. I wish for Monday morning and the people of the town to heal me, Opening themselves Like flowers to a cruel sun. Going thru the motions With no chance to show their deep emotion. CHORUS When they sing and cry When they live and die Can't we see other people, those people are us Angels live inside Vultures try to hide In the mirrors we see Other People Are Us The walls are falling down with the breath of an idea. See Allah in the church and Jesus in the mosque. Our world is turning. Heroes leave behind minds of prejudice. Cowards try to hold the easiness of our division. CHORUS As the swallows fly through leaves of Africa Do they cry as they witness our tears? Will the hands of needs become the hand of greed? There will be a time when those people are us. CHORUS x2 Living in the world of isolation Of comfort and tranquillity But sooner or later in this whole world, those people are us CHORUS Yes, we are all the same The nations of the world Young ones trapped by chemicals, no hope to carry on The working families Replaced by metal men Travellers from the East in their suburban reservations We are the victims Of the ruling hands There will come a time when those people are us CHORUS