Friendly Strangers
Why slap somebody's else's face when you like to slap your own
Why remain polite with crooked strangers upon the phone
Standing at the crossroads of my own nightmare
I want to jump on that train of despair
Ride my way out of here
I'm a passenger without a destination
Down that bridge towards hesitation
No fear and no reservations
Lost to this world and lost to myself
Shards of broken glass left on that shelf
And if my glass heart supposedly feels nothing
Around here everybody's a friendly stranger
In love with the loveless and that's the danger
Carrying all those burdens except their own
Smashing up that busy downtown pay phone
And sometimes I find a dime or two
In search of the time I give to you
Your empty faces for the system
Another dollar for a number
Don't call yourself a victim
Why slap my face when I can spit on yours
Another vacation house by the seashore
A rock garden and what a bore
Out on the balcony, such a phony
Fake kindness and laughter from an old crony
And if I'm a familiar stranger
In love with love and there's none here, that's the danger
I'd rather hightail it in front of that train
Moving quickly in the darkness again
Down those tracks into the night's oblivion.
And if I find a day or two
I'll tell the whole story to you
Don't call me a victim
I relented halfway with this system
Don't call me a friendly stranger, there's no real danger.
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