Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection And is our purpose not

Tell me how to feel about you now Oh, let me know Do I suffocate or let go? I can't call you a stranger But I can't call you I know you think that I erased you You may hate me but I can't hate you And I won't replace you Think I'm tired of getting over it

I'm just going over home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father And all my loved ones

Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change I got a faulty parachute I got a stranger's friend An exciting change in My butchers blend A symbol on the ceiling

Na na na na na na na na Kissing strangers (oh) 'Til I find someone I love 'Til I find someone I trust Open heart, open mind Never know who you'll find Open heart, close your eyes Can't quit, take six

Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh, She, she ain't real She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will She is a stranger You and I have history Or don't you remember Sure, she's got it all But, baby, is that really what you want

But oh my, don't try to get close I'm just gonna leave 'cause baby I'm a lone ranger I don't want to get broken baby Sometimes I get high, sometimes I get low But I'm calm as can be in a room full of strangers Na, na, na, nana, na, na, na Give me miles,

It's a last resort And you wake each day with your thoughts And it scares you being alone, Don't talk to strangers, And don't walk into danger. Oh you go to sleep on your own, Don't talk to strangers. Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side It

Take me to the pilot Lead me through the chamber I am but a stranger Na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na na Through a glass eye your throne Is the one danger zone Take me to the pilot for control Take me to the pilot of your soul If you feel that

See'mon, baby, spend the night with me Wanda had a baby in nineteen fifty one. The father was stranger and a stranger was the son. Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home. Changing all them diapers polish all that chrome. All around the