Chris Patrick
Strangers
Where you're going I don't mind
Well, I killed my world and I killed my time
Where do I go, what do I see?
I see many people looking out for me

Where you're going I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand still open to me

Strangers on this road, we are on
We're not two, we're one

So you've been where I've just come
From a land that bring the losers on
And we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk

'Til peace we find, tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with you
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today
And we'll take what we want, and give the rest away

Strangers on this road, we are on
But we are not two, we're one
Strangers on this road, we are on
But we are not two, we're one