Two kinds of people with no in-betweens
Living on opposite sides of the street
Two kinds of people both playing for keeps
Sure as the sun about what they believe

Some people love to redraw all the lines
And if you agree, they’ll keep an open mind
Others are deathly allergic to change
They prefer everything left in its place

Can’t face all the facts because then we’ll know
Our vision’s veilеd, and there’s still room to grow

Our eyеs, selectively seeing what we want to find
Half blind, wildly swinging for the love of the fight
Fearlessly, we forge ahead
Foolishly burning the bridge we are standing on top
Of the world we are breaking in two

Two kinds of people, in case you forgot
Life is much safer inside of this box
With fists in the air and vehement shout
We can’t decide what we’re angry about

Could we be right and at the same time be wrong?
That can’t be it
So let’s keep marching on
Our eyes, selectively seeing what we want to find
Hands tied; the puppeteer pulls at our strings every night
We swing from his fingertips
Faithfully following the leader down to the bottom
Believing we’ve found the truth

I’m two kinds of people, a divided man
Which one of me will get the upper hand?
I am a menace and a harm to myself
I ought to fix me before anyone else

If we can’t learn to live like neighbors should
We may just burn down this whole neighborhood
Two kinds of people both passing the blame
Which makes these two kinds of people the same

Our eyes, selectively seeing what we want to find
Half blind, stumbling aside to the left and the right
Siding, never centering
Splintering over the fragmented truth of the matter is
We are one people
Not two