Most People

If 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
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 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
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 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