Born In A Cent - Just People lyrics

People write about flying Like if we'd grow wings we'd be free But then we'd complain about How low you must float to breathe We'd curse the universe For building itself so selfishly We would curse the gods who thought it And the atoms who agreed We'd find faster ways to travel Our wings wouldn't be enough We'd each learn to work a private jet So that we could rise above A silly little thing like pressure With a crazy little self control To find comfort in our bodies That our minds could never outgrow But here we are - we're just people Never content with who we are Always wanting to be immortal Not thankful for our hearts Truth is, if we turned into birds With human heads and human minds We couldn't keep our hands Cause we don't need them to fly Now our machines are useless We're back to our primitive selves We can't even hold our money As the wind brings it back to hell Our bones would be too light To continue the work that we once did We'd have to re-learn our purpose We'd have to re-learn how to live And maybe in the process When we were soaring above the world We'd realize in that silent way We never knew how to live at all