Company Of Strangers - Acoustic
All you seekers of the truth
You really wouldn't have a clue
Memories of misspent youth
The lines are drawn in black and blue
Soon there'll be a time
When the world will lose its mind
Many will call your name
And as the world of wheels go round
I check into another town and
The company of strangers
Who worship machines
That steal all their dreams
It's a strange old world
Shoot out on the boulevard
Strong armed men with hearts so hard
They all are some mother's son
God is their judge, God is their gun
We can fly up to the moon
But try and find love in this room
While there's water in the well
We know that angels cannot fly
The word that's come down from on high, says
The company of strangers,
We'll have to rely
And not question why
In this strange old world
Wish it all was a dream
Where things are not quite as they seem
Like a salmon colored sky
And as the world of wheels go round
I check into another town and
The company of strangers
With mysterious eyes
The truth was once a lie
It's a strange old world
And on the way to where you are
I pass the ghost of Blanch DuBois and
The kidness of strangers
I have com to rely
And I don't question why
In this strange old world
Yea, it's a strange old world
Yea, it's a strange old world
You really wouldn't have a clue
Memories of misspent youth
The lines are drawn in black and blue
Soon there'll be a time
When the world will lose its mind
Many will call your name
And as the world of wheels go round
I check into another town and
The company of strangers
Who worship machines
That steal all their dreams
It's a strange old world
Shoot out on the boulevard
Strong armed men with hearts so hard
They all are some mother's son
God is their judge, God is their gun
We can fly up to the moon
But try and find love in this room
While there's water in the well
We know that angels cannot fly
The word that's come down from on high, says
The company of strangers,
We'll have to rely
And not question why
In this strange old world
Wish it all was a dream
Where things are not quite as they seem
Like a salmon colored sky
And as the world of wheels go round
I check into another town and
The company of strangers
With mysterious eyes
The truth was once a lie
It's a strange old world
And on the way to where you are
I pass the ghost of Blanch DuBois and
The kidness of strangers
I have com to rely
And I don't question why
In this strange old world
Yea, it's a strange old world
Yea, it's a strange old world
Credits
Writer(s): Colin James Hay
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