A street vendor petals on the sidewalk (aye)
A man walks by made of white chalk (ooh)
A sculpture they built out of light conversations
That fell when I passed so it's my fault (huh)
A head chef smokes by a side door
Pupils miss behaving like an eyesore (Aye calm down)
A new couple trips on their own fascinations
They fell when I passed bet they might soar
All the lights in the sky can't hold themselves
I'm so wrapped up in myself (yeah)
That I can't help with the weight they bear
Just tell them they should buy shelves
An old man's cane on his last leg
A woman selling tickets to a nice bed (aww)
A man of many mysteries and all of his patrons
Who fell as I passed saw they write checks (così così)
An empty jar waiting by a street performer (bing)
A businesswoman trying to get her things in order
A man was running chasing down a taxi in the city street
He fell when I passed saw him chip his shoulder (agh)
All the clouds in the sky can't hold themselves
I'm so wrapped up in myself
That I didn't feel when the rain came down
I felt cold and my cold didn't really help
Oh, why do I never plan ahead
I leave the house so fast sometimes forget my head
My mom called my phone said I need my rest
And when my dad called, well he left a message instead
I walk a long road to work to see the people I pass (aye)
Now there's a part of me that really likes to live in the past
I overthink it while I'm thinking I forget to wash my feet
I tripped and fell as the people walked past