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



[Repeat *]



More than you give



Take a step back and see the little people 

They might be young, but they're the ones that make the big people big 

So listen as they whisper: 

"What about me?" 



And now I'm standing on the corner, all the world's 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



[Repeat *]



What about me? 

What about me? 

What about....me?