Proper Stranger
(Bachman-Cummings)
Dark day, windy city
Raincoat on my shoulder
So take my hand and show me where to go '
Cause don't you know
I'm the proper stranger
Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks
Freeway people on the move
So take my hand and show me where to go '
Cause don't you know
I'm the proper stranger
I'm the proper stranger
Nobody knows my face or
Knows my name
Nobody knows where
I'm goin' or
How I came
Lost and found , no one claimed me
All alone with a million others
So take my hand and show me where to go '
Cause don't you know
I'm the proper stranger
Broke my mind, had no spare
Nothing left and no tomorrow so take my hand and show me where to go '
Cause don't you know
I'm the proper stranger