Moving Pictures.

or, They Make the Big People Big...

Well there's a little boy waiting
at the counter of the corner shop.
He's been waiting down there, waiting half the day...
They never, ever see him from the top.
He gets pushed around; knocked to the ground.
He gets to his feet and he says...

"What about me? It isn't fair.
I've had enough, now I want my share.
Can't you see? I wanna live...
But you just take more than you give."

Well, there's a pretty girl serving
at the counter of the corner shop.
She's been waiting back there, waiting for a dream...
Her dreams walk in and out; they never stop.
Well, she's not too proud, to cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams...

"What about me? It isn't fair.
I've had enough, now I want my share.
Can't you see? I wanna live...
But you just take more than you give."

(More than you give...)

Take a step back and see the little people:
They might be young, but they're the ones...
They Make the Big People Big.
So listen, as they whisper:
"What about me?"

And now I'm standing on the corner
of a world gone home.
Nobody's changed; nobody's been saved
and I'm feeling cold and alone.
I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot... :)
but sometimes I wish for more, than I've got...

"What about me? It isn't fair.
I've had enough, now I want my share.
Can't you see? I wanna live...
But you just take more,
you just take more,
you just take more than you give."

Songwriters:
Garry Frost and Frances Swan