People: A Theory

People can be mean and people can be nice

People can be any single way you'd like

People can be meaner, people can be greener

Than you'd ever thought you'd know

Paris or London or New York or Mars

People can be any single way they are

Wherever you go you just have know

People can be mean or nice

Float far away from all the lights and the paint

Makeup and curtain and stage

Away from what you think you are

Away from who you think you are

Away from all the burnt down sights

Away from all the sunken kites

People can be big and people can be small

People can be any single shape at all

People can be richer, people can be slicker

Than you'd ever thought you'd know

Dumpsters or mansions or boxes or barns

Everybody lives underneath the stars

Wherever you go you just have know

People can be real or molds of steel

Float far away from all the lights and the paint

Makeup and curtain and stage

Away from what you think you are

Away from who you think you are

Away from all the burnt down sights

Away from all the sunken kites

Float like a cloud in the stratosphere

Float like a bubble in the mesosphere

Float like a seahorse in the troposphere

Float like whatever you are

As long as you're in the atmosphere