I watched an old man in the library Who dressed the same way that I do. I wondered what books he checked out If he enjoyed my favorite books, too. I spoke to a man at the gym Who wore the same shoes as me. He said he bought the same New Balances for thirty years And it’s a future of mine I can see. I used to scoff when my dad played the Beatles But I shuffle them mindlessly now. The same songs he sang then I’m not sure how I lived without. I share so much with people I swore I couldn’t be less like. We’re all made of the same stuff I guess And I guess that’s part of life.