I Miss Strangers
You were by my side on the front lines
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Two casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather, in leather
But these days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breaking on the shores of my head again
Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored
You didn't need money, not money
Everything you owned in a hatchback
Battered and musty, and musty
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper into their sins
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
Reach out
Reach out
Reach out
To what is choking you
To what is choking you
Reach out
To what is choking you
To what is choking you
Reach out
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breaking on the shores of my head again
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
