THEM ME US

Written by: David Byrne

Everywhere I look they pass me by
People that is, people of every kind
Sometimes I see shallow 
Sometimes I see deep
Strangers of all shapes and colours, I greet
They morph with my thoughts, notions often wrought
I wonder what the world has brought, today
Routine my kindred eye, peruse again
I am one of them, feeling dissimilar
Them, me , us,