Favourite Stranger

Some times I feel I lost something In gaining everything, But I can't put my finger on what it was, It's just one of those nagging feelings, Like sitting with your back to an open door Waiting on a favourite stranger. I find it hard to talk about, its not easy As you might expect Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept That there's something missing, That there's something not quite there And that's why you're sitting there. Listening to me as I try to explain that chorus: You're my favourite stranger But don't read between the lines, I could say that I love you at this moment In passing time,