Stranger

I’m just a stranger in this place
A one in a million lonely face
What distinguishes me in this race
Is it being numbered or the things I embrace

Well it’s a strained life I lead
As I’m always in between
Running away and walking tall for you
It’s a narrow gate indeed
But still I believe
That I am just a stranger without you

I‘m just a stranger in this land
With a one-in-a-million losing hand
What distinguishes me from the righteous man
Is it peace of mind or my foolish plans

Well it’s a strained life I lead
As I’m always in between
Running away and walking tall for you
It’s a narrow gate indeed
But still I believe
That I am just a stranger without you