People

People
Rachel:
We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know
With them, just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess we're both happy, but maybe
We ain't
People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world

We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children
Than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people
In the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half, now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world