four hundred people on this block   shaking hands, yes they're doing good   cause business is good   and being polite makes everything go real smoothly   swarms of aunts and uncles with tiny hands   crossing roads, looking both ways   and weighing the pros and the cons of that step   but they'll cross that bridge when they get there      i am a totally different person when i'm alone      forty-odd thousand, twenty-something tiny dots   shuffled into a box   where we're sorted and shuffled back   with a certified false sense of big bad dot-dom.      and we shimmy and shake and vibrate   on the same strands of energy we've always been stuck to   i'd love to jump across one day   try to change states      i am a totally different person when i'm alone