He went to visit an old, old friend

And it was long, long overdue

And though they stayed up very late

They never talked out of turn or tune

And every time they'd say goodbye

Well he'd just stay another while

They started from a distant place

And were so happy face to face.

The one who left wanted everything

The one who stayed never wanted more

It's not your choice, it's how you're built

It's in a blueprint of your soul

The one who left, he dropped his smile

And they sat quiet for a while

Then the one who stayed began to speak

And in his words, he answered why.

I'm just another drop in the bucket

I'm just another song on a jukebox

I'm just another face in the crowd

Another fish in the sea.

Something to being one of the many

Something to being one in the masses

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself.

I never wanted the bright lights and my eyes are much too quiet

I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me

Oh no, but...

Something to being one of the many

Something to being one in the masses

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself.

The one who left he knew it then

And he would never doubt again

He loved this life, he loved his friend

But he'd keep running 'til the end

All words they said hovered above

All of the pain, all of the love

They hugged goodbye

And in his room, he sang real quiet to the moon.

Something to being one of the many who get to sing the songs on the jukebox

Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day

Something to waking up in a new town

Something to singing songs to a new crowd

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself.

I never wanted the bright lights and my eyes are much too quiet

I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me

Oh no, but...

Something to being one of the many who get to sing the songs on the jukebox

Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day

Then wake up in a new town

Just another face in the crowd.