Strange? Never.

Ode to you,

Ode to me,

Ode to the man down the street.

Everyone's a stranger

And even stranger,

I am a stranger

To you,

To me,

To the broken man down the street.

How much stranger

Can a stranger be,

Than a stranger stranger than this stranger

You,

Me,

The empty, broken man down the street.

It's hard to compare a stranger

To a stranger stranger than strange,

With strangers as strange

As you,

As me,

As the sad, empty, broken man down the street. 

That's all you are

That's all I am

That's all the crippled, sad, empty, broken man down the street will ever be.

Strangers.

SRC