Intro - Am, G , Am, G, Am Am You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you. G Am You were starched and press, they were all disheveled. They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and G Am They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level. G We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world. Am All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense. G All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make Money, feel spent. Am Day after day after day, it's the same shit. G Day after day after day, it's the same shit. Am Day after day after day, it's the same shit. G Am Day after day after day after day after day." Then you look at them without batting an eye and say G Am "Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly. Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye, G Am Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign. You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change, G Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same? Am You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame, G Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh. Am Day after day after day, it's the same shit. G Day after day after day, it's the same shit. Am Day after day after day, it's the same shit. G Am Day after day after day after day after day." If you are judging them while they are judging you, G Am And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too. Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue, G Am Or find similarities in what we like and what we do? Yeah, just because someone does not look like me G Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep. Am Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream, G Am And they love their friends and their family. Some people thrive between nine and five, G And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied. Am And some people feel as if they're gonna die G Am If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied. Some people like business, some people like numbers, G Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers, Am And only feel free with their hands in the dirt G In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt Am Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss, G Some people without one feel totally lost. Am To make this world work it takes all different kinds. G We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds, Am So it doesn't make sense to generalize G And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes. Am We need more compassion, we need to be kind G If you open your heart you might like what you find. Am 'Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers G And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin. Am And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers, G Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck. Am And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time G Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you Am Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside, G Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like, Am Maybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize G They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified Am But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize G Situations metamorphize before out very eyes. Am G Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone Is really complicated. Am We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated G I am also complicated, I am also complicated Am I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk. G It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk. Am I drive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk. G I think Danny Devito is a total hunk. Am I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember. G Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender. Am I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace. G I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need. Am I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot, G I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop. Am I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what, G By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts. Am I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y., G I don't know the definition of T.M.I. Am I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log, G If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog. Am My husband's a musician from the mountains in France, G He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance, Am Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid, G Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did. Am Now I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates, G I feel a little high when I eat dried dates, Am I feel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car G I feel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar Am I don't understand what numbers have to do with success G Or what sales have to do with happiness, Am Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea, G Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me. Am G I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive. Am If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive, G Am Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by, Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. G Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. Am Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive G Am And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.