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