Favourite Stranger

Some times I feel I lost somethingIn gaining everythingBut I can’t put my finger on what it wasIts’ just one of those nagging feelingsLike sitting with your back to an open doorWaiting on a favourite strangerI find it hard to talk about, its not easyAs you might expectJust sitting here waiting, trying to acceptThat there’s something missingThat there’s something not quite thereAnd that’s why you’re sitting thereListening to me as I try to explain thatYou’re my favourite strangerBut don’t read between the linesI could say that I love you at this momentIn passing timeBut I could honestly tell youI don’t know why I’m hereSharing all my problems with youWhen you’ve already got your own shareFrom favourite strangersMaybe it’s just I need an audience toPretend it’s all an actBut all I gain is your confidenceAnd a number in a filofaxOn the terms that it’s a first nameThat’ll run one day in split champagneAnd I’ll recollect and just acceptThat you were one of my favourite strangersYou’re my favourite strangerBut don’t read between the linesI could say that I love you at this momentIn passing timeBut I could honestly tell youI don’t know why I’m hereSharing all my problems with youWhen you’ve already got your own shareFrom favourite strangersSometimes I know I lost everythingIn gaining somethingBut I can’t put my finger on what it wasIts just one of those nagging feelingsLike sitting with your back to an open doorExpecting favourite strangers