Twang Strangers
Strangers in the night, changing cash for drugs.
Strangers in the line, exchanging hooks.
Every time I walk past you house I look,
I see the kids on the wall, getting dirty looks,
But they’re not to know, in the house lived a modern day
hero.
It’s funny how the little things turn into the biggest
things,
Of all the things that we achieved, I recall the smiles.
I can’t see insignificant that little things will come to
lights
And hopefully we won’t be strangers in the night.
The air is clean, got me stuck in my seats.
There’s nothing left to do, time to call Pete’s.
He likes to talk a lot, but that’s okay,
He’ll take us anywhere, for a minimum fare, you just
point away.
Seems like minutes ago, Friday evening, I walked up your
home,
It’s funny how the little things turn into the biggest
things,
Of all the things that we achieved, I recall the smiles.
I can’t see insignificant that little things will come to
lights
And hopefully we won’t be strangers in the night.
Who are you? Who are you? …
