When what you say is what they want to hear,
everyone has a listening ear,
when you gripe, groan and complain,
your voice is lost among all the same,
shoved in a corner like a box of old papers,
among, "yeah we know," "can't talk now," "see you laters",
we all have our problems, we all have our issues,
whether we weather them with conflicts or tissues,
the world keeps on turning, the music plays on,
amidst all the rights, amidst all the wrongs.