close my eyes what do i see
a million hands held out to me
what kind of people would let me just sleep
in the gutter
and what's left to take care of
if we can't take care of each other

my neighbor found me on my knees
they sat me down by the apple tree
i cried in their shoulder, oh what is this pain
that i'm feeling
they said babe, why don't you go up
up to the house, up to the house of healing

someone signed up to cover my shift
someone else stopped to give me a lift
up to that house on the hillside all covered in flowers
they said we're here
we're here to comfort
to comfort your pain cuz your pain, cuz your pain
is ours

now i'll sing it for the lost ones
who don't know what we mean

WE ARE PEOPLE NOT CONSUMERS
BODIES BREAK DOWN WHY SHOULD OURS BREAK SOONER
WE ARE PEOPLE, THEY'RE THE LOSERS
WE'RE GONNA GET WHAT WE NEED
LATER OR SOONER

close my eyes start to relax
my worries melt like dripping wax
a gentle voice says, you can tell us what's wrong
when you're ready
we know bodies are deep and deadly
as the ocean
but also they're waves in and out
breathing certain and steady

the healers guide me down these caves
and i feel so blessed even through my pain
i'm impermanent intricate glass
for sensation to shine through
and when
you're feeling broken
i hope they will help me be well enough
to come and find you

cuz close my eyes, what do i see
a million hands held out to me
i remember that place where they treat me
gentle as a lover
and what's
left to take care of
if we can take care of
each other

now one more time for those poor lost souls
who've forgotten what we mean

WE ARE PEOPLE NOT CONSUMERS
BODIES BREAK DOWN WHY SHOULD OURS BREAK SOONER
WE ARE PEOPLE, THEY'RE THE LOSERS
WE'RE GONNA GET WHAT WE NEED
LATER OR SOONER