The Stranger

The Stranger

Strangers all around,
One alone
From out of town.

Who is that stranger over there,
At the end of the bar
With his stranger stare?

He drinks our bews,
Amuses at our women
Listens to our blues
All so unassuming.

He talks to no one,
That lonely man,
And when he's all done
He'll be off again.

On his way
To who knows where.
So much more to see
With My stranger stare.