People

Rachel:
We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know
With them, just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess we're both happy, but maybe
We ain't

People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world

We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride

Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children
Than children

Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people
In the world

With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half, now you're whole

No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people

People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world