from where I stand you seem strange
from where you stand, I look about the same
but if we met at a meeting place
we could stand face to face

on my street I pass a pregnant girl
I could look at her, think it’s a sad, sad world,
but if she knew me she’d rightly feel the same,
‘cause if life’s good, who’s the more to blame?
+++ I can’t love you with my judgin’ eye,
+++ pass me another piece of humble pie
+++ ’cause this world is not your driving range, no
+++ it’s not about you, it’s not about me,
+++ I can’t love you with my judgin’ eye,
+++ could you forgive me if I used to try?
+++ ’cause this world is not your parking lot, no
+++ it’s not about you, it’s not about me, from where I stand…

in my town there’s lots of different folks
they drive around, tell all their different jokes,
but don’t believe everything you’ve heard
you’ve said your piece, but baby, it’s a great big world…
+++ I can’t love you with my judgin’ eye,
+++ pass me another piece of humble pie
+++ ’cause this world is not your parking lot, no
+++ it’s not about you, it’s not about me,
+++ I can’t love you with my judgin’ eye,
+++ will you remind me if I start to try?
+++ ’cause this world is not our battleground, no
+++ it’s not about we just hang around

from where I stand you’re insane
from where you stand that’s not about to change,
but if we met at a meeting place
we could stand face to face,
we’d finally stand face to face…