To look upon you
And feel nothing
Well, that's a funny kind of feeling
Yes I know, but
I would rather
Smile and pretend to know better
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
And waiting by an old bus stop
I hear my name and
Looking up
Find only the leaves that coat the corner
I've heard her voice 1,000 times
I long to hear our laughter
Rhyme and ring across
This moat that I have shoveled
To ring across this ocean I have traveled
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
Oh, what's the matter with your song?
You tried to sing
The words were wrong
And when the harmony was
Hard to figure
I turned the guitar on its face
And took my place upon the bed
And realized you never were a singer
Your song can only imitate another's
What I've killed 100 times
Lives to haunt this mouth of mine
Oh, I will strike 1,000 times
Across the ones I recognize
Now I command you
To be, to be
A stranger unto me
I'll ride again through this dead-end
The foliage
That lines the picket fences
And maybe find
For every single lonely heart that's hunting
100,000 secret hearts in waiting
100,000, slow and softly beating