Favourite Stranger

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 about, it's not easy

As you might expect

Just sitting here waiting, trying 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.