Funny how sometimes we take off
To our own realties
Cut all our ties and dream up
Someplace nice where we want to be
Maybe its not how you grew up
When you ask someone how they're doing
Expect just fine when they answer with a lie
If we all tried a lot more talking
Then we can start to make amends
Put an end to the standby
Maybe its not how you grew up
So unfamiliar with the human touch
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting through
We're driftwood people
Never growing roots
Never the first and we wont be the last
Makes you wonder what's left to discover
We've got a lot to learn from our past
So leave no stone unturned
Let's get to know each other
Maybe it's not how you grew up
Can't we stop for a second and realize what we got oh
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting through
We're driftwood people
Never growing roots
We're driftwood people
Never growing roots
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting
We keep on drifting through
We're driftwood people
We're driftwood
People
Never growing roots