Through the eyes of the war,
The ants all kill and crawl,
Carrying food and each other,
Some are friends and some are brothers,
The Kings and Queens are told to wait,
Safely ordering the slaves,
I'm 10,000 miles away,
Listening to Jack Berry on the radio,
Oh God, he's so funny,
Oh God I feel so alone
I am just a shadow on the street,
I am just a happening to meet,
I could find a stranger in the park,
And fall in love,
Then again it's so hard to see,
In 1943, people like me,
People like me
Sunday night at 7,
So far away from heaven,
They are laughing in their rooms and living
Right next door to mine,
Secrets hide in cupboards here,
Streetlights and suburbia's clear,
There's no room for peace or fear,
Keep it in the closet,
Throw away the key,
Until somebody finds it,
Maybe never, maybe next century
I am just a shadow on the street,
I am just a happening to meet,
I could find a stranger in the park,
And fall in love,
Then again it's so hard to see,
In 1943, people like me,
People like me,
People like me,
People like me,
People like me,
And I will keep my dream alive,
Maybe one day in the future,
It will breathe and scream and thrive,
Maybe someday in the future they will see
People are just people who are,
People just like me
I am just a shadow on the street,
I am just a happening to meet,
I could find a stranger in the park,
And fall in love,
Then again it's so hard to see,
In 1943, people like me,
People like me,
People like me,
People just like,
People just like,
People like me,
People just like,
1943
Me
I am just a shadow on the street,
I am just a happening to meet,
I could find a stranger in the park,
And fall in love,
Then again it's so hard to see,
In 1943, people like me,
People like me
People like me