Sabrina Starke - Different People

Sitting in a black and blue taxicab
Listening to the taxi driver telling his story
He was complaining he was talk talk talking
Looking for a house, got no money with mouths to feed
And it was early, five in the morning
Too much information and my head was hurting
I got caught up in his drama, but I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story
If I could only listen to my neighbors' story
Get his point of view and when I do
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing

It was late, talking to a friend of mine and she was telling me about her day
She thrown away her books and her television
Said she's done with it all, done with it all
At first I couldn't stop myself laughing but her silence told me so much more
I got caught up in her drama, but I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story
If I could only listen to my neighbors' story
Get his point of view and when I do
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing

Slowly, surely, surely
I got mine too, what about you

I got mine too, what about you

Different people with a different story
If I could only listen to my neighbors' story
Get his point of view and when I do
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing