All the people - where do they go? On the motorway, just two steps away What are they thinking? Why are they here? On the streets and on the bus On trains or boats they're one of us Sometimes they turn around And suddenly start to laugh Is this their workaround To not wonder what's going on? My thoughts are like bubbles in a glass of water Too many And I can't keep them I wonder about All those lifes All those stories All those tears I wonder about Every smile Every tear And all this fear