everybody's talking

and fighting to be heard

no-one listens anymore, So no-one hears a word



we eat our breakfast, work all day

hide inside our houses

the center of the universe is getting pretty

crowded



we dream our dreams and cry our tears

look for easy answers

hate what we don't understand, and run from

what connects us



seven billion people

living on a little planet

wonder what we're doing here

but who can understand it



seven billion people

looking for a revelation

could be life's a journey

and not a destination



we agitate and demonstrate

just too many causes

pol-ti-cally so correct, sometimes we grasp

at straws



we fight our tears and in the end

does anything get clearer?

we learn to see what life could be -Iookin' in

a rear-view mirror



love and hate are easy lies

everybody uses

it's hard to lose the things we prize if everyone

refuses



seven billion people

living on a little planet

wonder what we're doing here

but who can understand it

seven billion people

looking for a revelation

could be life's a journey

and not a destination