(dick/usher)



Some times I feel I lost something

In gaining everything

But I can't put my finger on what it was

It's just one of those nagging feelings

Like sitting with your back to an open door

Waiting on a favourite stranger.



I find it hard to talk aboutit's not easy

As you might expect

Just sitting here waitingtrying to accept

That there's something missing

That there's something not quite there

And that's why you're sitting there.

Listening to me as I try to explain that



Chorus: you're my favourite stranger

But don't read between the lines

I could say that I love you at this moment

In passing time

But I could honestly tell you

I don't know why I'm here

Sharing all my problems with you

When you've already got your own share

From favourite strangers.



Maybe it's just I need an audience to

Pretend it's all an act

But all I gain is your confidence

And a number in a filofax

On the terms that it's a first name

That'll run one day in split champagne

And I'll recollect and just accept

That you were one of my favourite strangers.



(chorus)



Sometimes I know I lost everything

In gaining something

But I can't put my finger on what it was

Its just one of those nagging feelings

Like sitting with your back to an open door

Expecting favourite strangers.