Woke up this morning, saw the world in a funny light.
Everyone's got their own way of walking, left and right.
Some are running, some are swaying, like a gentle summer breeze.
Got me wondering, what are they saying? Doing just what they please, yeah, what they please.

Watch the patterns, day by day, a million stories I can find.
The way they talk, the way they play, leaving no one left behind.
From the busy, hurried stride, to the lazy, slow-mo sway.
Got this curious feeling deep inside, gonna watch them all today, all the way.

Oh, how people move, yeah, a rhythm all their own, so true.
How people move, got their groove, in everything they do.
How people move, it's a fascinating show, you see.
How people move, just watch them go, wild and free.

The way they dance without a sound, when no one's watching them.
Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round, like a precious, secret gem.
Hands are waving, fingers snap, a language of their own design.
Falling into every trap, but always stepping out to shine, yeah, to shine.

Oh, how people move, yeah, a rhythm all their own, so true.
How people move, got their groove, in everything they do.
How people move, it's a fascinating show, you see.
How people move, just watch them go, wild and free.

Maybe there's a secret code, in every step, in every stride.
A universe inside their mode, nowhere left for them to hide.
Just living life, a simple art, for all the world to see.

Oh, how people move, yeah, a rhythm all their own, so true.
How people move, got their groove, in everything they do.
How people move, it's a fascinating show, you see.
How people move, just watch them go, wild and free.

How people move... so unique...
How people move... every week...
How people move... in their own way...
How people move... every single day...