We travel single-oh Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know-- With them, Just let one kid fall down And seven mothers faint. I guess we're both happy, but maybe-- We ain't. People--people who need people Are the luckiest people in the world, We're children, needing other children And yet letting our grown-up pride Hide all the need inside, Acting more like children Than children. Lovers are very special people, They're the luckiest people In the world. With one person, one very special person A feeling deep in your soul Says you were half, Now you're whole. No more hunger and thirst But first be a person Who needs people. People who need people Are the luckiest people In the world!