Strangers

Strangers walking amongst other strangers Street cars chasing the next yellow light Store clerk passing out flowers to strangers And strange faces that become less strange over time It makes me want to be a stranger to you It makes me want to be a stranger to you Stranger holding the hand of a stranger Shop-keeps happily close for the night Footsteps carry the shadowy strangers One smokes, one of them offers a light It makes me want to be a stranger to you It makes me want to be a stranger to you It makes me want to be a stranger to you It makes me want to be a stranger to you