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
