Strangers, Lovers, Friends
Strangers, sit across from each other
Smile across to each other, reach across to each other
Strangers, dance and stare at each other
Could they care for each other, why do they bother?
He thinks he sees something in her he needs
She hopes she finds something in him she needs or they’ll stay strangers
Lovers holding hands with each other
Making plans for each other, aren’t they grand for each other
Lovers, they’re a part of each other
Soul and heart of each other, why do they bother?
You’ve done it all so then is new?
You’re so much him he’s so much you, and you’re lovers
Friends sitting there by each other
Afraid to stare at each other, they’re so fare with each other
Friends, they still speak to each other
Once a week to each other, why do they bother?
Too much too son, too short too wise
God bless us all we’re so civilized and we’re still friends
Friends
by: José Duarte