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