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