Strangers
Don’t count on me I’m just a loser
I can’t be your guiding star
Never could refuse your love or choose it
I’m a stranger here – as you are
For every question there’s ten answers
And then a hundred thousand more
Fortune never smiles, she merely glances
You’re not the only one – she’s looking for
We’re lost, without a rhyme or a reason
Leaves shaken from a tree
Lost – it’s the human condition
What you get is what you see
Don’t go blaming me
When you’re lost, you’re free
Sat down with a shrink in Tobermory
Listened to a preacher on Capri
Dressed in different clothes the same old story
Don’t think too much – just follow me
For every fact there’s twenty fictions
For every truth a hundred lies
And if you spot the contradictions
You’re not welcome in their paradise
We’re lost … without a song or a season
Loose stones rolling down the scree
Lost it’s a slippery position
We might not be home for tea
Don’t go blaming me
When you’re lost you’re free
Don’t count on me, I’m just a minstrel
And I can’t read the notes you write
Nothing can be sung, unless it sings well
Here is no scented rose, no pale moonlight
For every chord there’s ten inversions
For every tune, it’s counterpart
With every take, the record worsens
There are no verses left to learn by heart
We’re lost without a might or a maybe
Off the piste without a ski
Lost and it’s, Who loves you baby?
Not a soul that I can see
Don’t go blaming me
When you’re lost you’re free
Met up with a broker in Milwaukee
Heard a politician in make a speech
Everything they said conspired to bore me
Those weasel words - of diplomacy
For every deal a devastaion
For every prince 10 million poor
And if you rise above your station
You won’t remember where – you lived before
We’re lost without a fund or a fashion
In Berkeley Square without a key
Lost, not a pavement to crash on
In the throes of bankruptcy
Don’t go blaming me
When you’re lost you’re free
Don’t count on me, I’m just a loner
I can’t be your helping hand
Everything you touch, you want to own it
There’s nothing left my friend - no promised land
For every god there’s fifty faces
For every faith a hundred more
Half a million stars just died in space as
You turned the lamps down low – and closed the door
We’re lost…without a moon or a mission
A beach ball floating out to sea
Lost on a doomed expedition
It’s the only place to be
Ride the waves with me
Ah can’t you see
We’re lost, we’re lost, we’re lost
We’re free
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