Every stranger you are passing
Take a look at who is laughing
Who has eyes of golden brown
And whose are fixed upon the ground
Who gives you a nod, or a slight smile
Whose shoes have seen a thousand miles
Who links hands with their better half
All you notice in a simple pass

Who is happy, who is depressed
Who is kind and who's a mess
Whose day is going bad or great
This is all a simple fate

For each and every face you see
Could appear in your dream
Maybe because God wanted them there
Just for a moment, or maybe for years.