(B. Wallace - K. Winter - B. Cummings)      People, taking me for a ride   People, nothing left inside.   Knowing all along they could be the ones you're beside.      Running, circumstances are all the same.   Running, by now they've forgotten your name.   How can they look at you bleeding and tell you the dish ran away with the spoon.      All hashed out   All hashed out   All hashed out   All hashed out      People, taking me for a ride, sitting but never just thinking   People, nothing left inside, people just looking but nothing remaining   Knowing all along could be the ones you're beside.      All hashed out   All hashed out   All hashed out   All hashed out