Different people

Sitting in a black taxi cab
Listening to the taxi driver telling his story
He was complaining
He was not stopping talking
Looking for a house
Got no money and several mouths to feed
And it was early, five in the morning
Too much information and my head was hurting
I got caught up in his drama
But i got mine too, what 'bout you?
Different people and different stories
If I could only listen to my neigbour story and his point of view
And when I do ooo ooo
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing
It was late, talking to a friend of mine and she was telling me 'bout her date
She threw away her books and her television
Said she's done with it all, done with it all
And first I couldn't stop myself laughing
But her silence told me so much more
I got caught up in the drama, but I got mine too
What 'bout you?
Different people and a different story
If I could only listen to my neighbour story and his point of view
And when I do ooo ooo
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing
Slowly, slowly, surely
I got mine too, what 'bout you?
Different people and a different story
If I could only listen to my neigbour story and his point of view
And when I do...
I tell you my borders are changing
I tell you my borders are changing