By umberto tozzi   As sung by howard jones      I've never been more lonely.   The night is closing in.   I wish for monday morning and the people of the town to heal me,   Opening themselves   Like flowers to a cruel sun.   Going thru the motions   With no chance to show their deep emotion.      Chorus   When they sing and cry   When they live and die   Can't we see other people, those people are us      Angels live inside   Vultures try to hide   In the mirrors we see other people are us      The walls are falling down with the breath of an idea.   See allah in the church and jesus in the mosque.   Our world is turning.      Heros leave behind miles (minds? ) of prejudice.   Cowards try to hold the easiness of our division.      Chorus      As the swallows fly thru leaves of africa   Do they cry as they witness our tears?    Will the hands of needs become the hand of greed?    There will be a time when those people are us.      Chorus x2      Living in the world of isolation   Of comfort and tranquility   But sooner or later in this whole world, those people are us      Chorus      Yes, we are all the same   The nations of the world   Young ones trapped by chemicals, no hope to carry on   The working families   Replaced by metal men   Travelers from the east in their suburban reservations   We are the victims   Of the ruling hands   There will come a time when those people are us      Chorus