Every day I walk down the street, busy people gliding on their feet.
Hundreds of faces passing by, heading to destinations, you would wonder were?
One look into theie eyes & you can see, lost souls in deep thoughts, deeper than the sea.
Mahesh has a job to find, just a carrier break that’s on his mind.
Alan has a loan to pay, bigger than his pockets can weigh.
Don’t you see what I see, people are open books I can read.
Shetal has a picture of a guy in her eyes, one she loves but cannot stand his lies.
Prashant is hoping for a raise, praying someone appreciates his work and utters a raise.
Don’t you see what I see, people are open books I can read.
Reena has got divorce papers to file, to get rid of her cheating husband, and go away in exile.
Jerry just had an HIV test, doc says, sixty days and he may rest.
Don’t you see what I see, people are open books I can read.
Akash has dirty money in his pants, a place to blow the money is all that he wants.
Shrinath is waiting for his pension to come, cause his kids are saying dad we are done.
Don’t you see what I see, people are open books I can read.
At the corner of the street poor Chotu is craving for just a roti,
With hunger in his eyes, he afraid he may never see the dawn again.
Don’t you see what I see, people are open books I can read.
