Backyard Happiness

People. Passing me in streams.
All those faces.
I can't comprehend what we are see(?)
Out there, for free. Compare.
All those flares, passing by.
Too many places.
I can't tell you what to do.
Between.
Break through.
Believe.
Be true.
And, what comes to this?
All these places.
Free from all the worries that we got (??)
People passing me in streams.
All those faces.
I can't comprehend what we are see (?)
Out there, for free. Compare.
Streets never stay the same.
Many traces.
Look at all the strangers that we meet.
We are, A'we, by far.
(oh oh oh oh)