Across the sea… someone else’s world… soldiers fight… soldiers bleed… someone else’s world. Across the sea… someone else’s world… mamas cry… babies die in someone else’s world.

Another day… someone else’s world… shots are fired… a sophomore’s down… someone else’s world. Another day… someone else’s world… papas cry… babies die in someone else’s world.

But on the bus no eyes make contact… even though a moment’s shared… and through our lives… we keep repeating… it’s not me… c’est la vie.

Across the street… someone else’s world… lovers fight… lovers bleed… someone else’s world. Another day… someone else’s world… babies cry… c’est la vie… it’s someone else’s world.

And on the bus… no eyes make contact even though a moment’s shared… and through our lives… we keep believing… it’s someone else’s world…

It’s someone else’s world…
It’s someone… else’s… world.