1. Other people stay young, other people grow old.
Other people know exactly when to hold and when to fold.
Other people know how to repair their own cars,
How to have fun at bars, how to navigate by the stars.
Other people know how to smile for pictures,
How to take a punch, and interact with strippers.
Other people daydream about a smart chick’s quirks.
Other people know how the card trick works.
Other people never crack smiles, hiding overbites.
Other people have epiphanies and change overnight.
Other people take advantage of a beautiful morning,
Break bones, grow wisdom teeth, and heed warnings.
They strike oil, strike gold, win the lottery.
They take a novelty and turn it into monotony.
Other people gain the upper hand and lord it over me.
Other people have a uterus and ovaries.

Chorus: Other name (Other name).
Other face (Other face).
What these other people really want is anybody’s guess.
Other time (Other time).
Other place (Other place).
Are we really so different, you and I? Yes.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.

2. Other people have wives, other people have husbands.
Some other people make it work, some even love them.
Other people have families, houses, careers.
Other people soldier on when their spouse disappears.
Other people do the disappearing never to resurface.
Other people are competing to determine who the worst is.
Other people bend backwards trying to earn love.
Other people die of a disease I’ve never heard of.
Other people die in a fiery plane crash,
But other people somehow survive that same crash.
Other people live girlfriend to girlfriend.
Other people wake daily anticipating the world’s end.
Other people circle petitions and run for office,
And gather followers and get stoned as false prophets.
Other people never sleep well until jail.
Other people stay on the t-t-trail.

Chorus: Other name (Other name).
Other face (Other face).
What these other people really want is anybody’s guess.
Other time (Other time).
Other place (Other place).
Are we really so different, you and I? Yes.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.

3. Other people form crowds and lines and take parking spots.
They still think an “X” will mark the spot.
Other people riot and panic and stampede.
Other people burn with desires they can’t feed.
Other people talk with people who are not there.
Other people won’t understand if you’d rather not share.
Other people crack up, break down, fall apart.
“Hell is other people.” –Jean-Paul Sartre.
Other people are the enemy and the support group.
Other people just repeat advice on a short loop.
Other people are the only other people I see.
It’s hard to believe that there’s other people like me.
Other people walk around and never realize
That they’re all just other people in these other people’s eyes.
Other people look at me and only see another version
Of another one of them, just another other person.

Chorus: Other name (Other name).
Other face (Other face).
What these other people really want is anybody’s guess.
Other time (Other time).
Other place (Other place).
Are we really so different, you and I? Yes.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.
I can’t fathom being “other,” no offense.
No one is familiar, nobody else makes sense.