You and me are strangers,
Both born on a street,
Both wearing these suits and these shoes,
Smoking cigarettes cause we've nothing to lose
Both trapped in this four walled world
Both been lost and both been twirled,
Both with hearts, and both with brains
Walked free, and been tamed.

You and me are strangers,
Both shielding imperfections
And nursing our infections,
Both blank our minds when we sleep
Both resist the urge to weep
Both together, almost the same
So let us part and walk away
For we must go our separate ways
Back to the places we are from
After all, we are strangers