four hundred people on this block
shaking hands, yes they're doing good
cause business is good
and being polite makes everything go real smoothly
swarms of aunts and uncles with tiny hands
crossing roads, looking both ways
and weighing the pros and the cons of that step
but they'll cross that bridge when they get there
i am a totally different person when i'm alone
forty-odd thousand, twenty-something tiny dots
shuffled into a box
where we're sorted and shuffled back
with a certified false sense of big bad dot-dom.
and we shimmy and shake and vibrate
on the same strands of energy we've always been stuck to
i'd love to jump across one day
try to change states
i am a totally different person when i'm alone