To look upon youAnd feel nothing
Well, that's a funny kind of feeling
Yes I know, but
I would rather
Smile and pretend to know better
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
And waiting by an old bus stop
I hear my name and
Looking up
Find only the leaves that coat the corner
I've heard her voice 1,000 times
I long to hear our laughter
Rhyme and ring across
This moat that I have shoveled
To ring across this ocean I have traveled
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
Oh, what's the matter with your song?
You tried to sing
The words were wrong
And when the harmony was
Hard to figure
I turned the guitar on its face
And took my place upon the bed
And realized you never were a singer
Your song can only imitate another's
What I've killed 100 times
Lives to haunt this mouth of mine
Oh, I will strike 1,000 times
Across the ones I recognize
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
I'll ride again through this dead-end
100 alleys hidden in
The foliage
That lines the picket fences
And maybe find
For every single lonely heart that's hunting
100,000 secret hearts in waiting
100,000, slow and softly beating