Norman Rockwell hangs on
the wall of this waiting room
Everybody sitting round
Waiting for any kind of news
Stay awake reading
year-old magazines
Staring at the TV
‘Bout the only thing
that you can do
Another face that
no one’s ever seen before
Comes through that front door
Said I came as soon as I heard

Some people they pass through life,
like cars on the interstate
Passing through a small town,
never looking back
Some people they walk through life
With their hands in their pockets
keeping their heads down
I’ve known a lot like that
Some people never care
about anyone, anything
They never take the time
but some people touch
Some people touch
So many lives

Look around and the
only thing in common
Is one heart that’s
hanging on every beat
Lying on the fifteenth floor tonight
Yet every story
is a little bit different
But they are all the same
They’re all about the love we shared
They make us laugh
and they make us cry
And every tear that
streams down another face
Is just another trace
another thing he did
That he didn’t have to do

Some people they pass through life
like cars on the interstate
Passing through a small town,
never looking back
Some people they walk through life
With their hands in their pockets
keeping their heads down
Oh, I’ve known a lot like that
Oh, some people never care
about anyone, anything
They never take the time
but some people touch
So many lives

As God, I pray that you’ll touch His tonight
Oh the way that He touched mine

Some people never care
about anyone, anything
They never take the time
but some people touch
Some people touch
Some people touch
So many lives

Touch so many lives
So many lives