It's gotta be 105 degrees
and here comes another family
They are crossing this waterless sea
They are thirsty just like me

And it's just past 3 AM
They are stumbling into our tents
They've been clawing their way into freedom
And we are breaking the law just to feed them.

You see we have drawn these imaginary lines
Says this is your country and this is mine
I guess I was just born into the "lucky"
This is what separates you from me

But what separates you from me?

Maybe we're just one of a million tiny galaxies
Hurtling on toward some unrevealed destiny
Maybe we're somebody's unfinished symphony

Maybe the world is just thinner than it seems
Maybe we're all partners in the same lucid dream
Maybe we're vapors, maybe we're steam

Maybe we're the defenders of the indefensible
Just trying to make some sense of the incomprehensible
And what if we, what if we are only stars?
So what separates you from me?