People: A Theory

People can be mean and people can be nice
 And people can be any single way you'd like
 People can be meaner, people can be greener
 Than you'd ever thought you'd know
 Paris or London or New York or Mars
 People can be any single way they are
 Wherever you go, you just have to know
 People can be mean or nice
 Float far away
 From all the lights and the paint
 Make-up and curtain and stage
 Away from what you think you are
 Away from who you think you are
 Away from all the burnt-down sights
 Away from all the sunken kites
 People can be big and people can be small
 And people can be any single shape at all
 People can be richer, people can be slicker
 Than you'd ever thought you'd know
 Dumpsters or mansions or boxes or barns
 Everybody lives underneath the stars
 Wherever you go you just have to know
 People can be real or molds of steel
 Float far away
 From all the lights and the paint
 Make-up and curtain and stage
 Away from what you think you are
 Away from who you think you are
 Away from all the burnt-down sights
 Away from all the sunken kites
 Float like a cloud in the stratosphere
 Float like a bubble in the mesosphere
 Float like a seahorse in the troposphere
 Float like whatever you are
 As long as you're in the atmosphere
 Float far away
 From all the lights and the paint
 Make-up and curtain and stage
 Away from what you think you are
 Away from who you think you are
 Away from all the burnt-down sights
 Away from all the sunken kites