Lyrics

hiding in the haven of a drunken reverie
eager as a cat to spring
a tour de jete
a balladeer, a seer, a sullen refugee
trying to get somewhere
where the faithless can believe
and if I had a Sunday chime to ring

strangers, we’re all strangers
passengers of storm and wind
looking for a place to land
strangers, we’re all strangers
and it would give me comfort
if you’d let me take your hand

holding on to heaven and a brighter destiny
scratching for an entrance
to a place they’d rather be
tears of laughter, tears of pain, salt and water all the same
like a wild river
that can never find the sea
and if I had a Sunday chime to ring

strangers, we’re all strangers
passengers of storm and wind
looking for a place to land
strangers, we’re all strangers
and it would give me comfort
if I you’d let me take your hand

and if I had a notion
or even an excuse
I could not cut the ties that bind
or turn the wild hearts loose