~Passing Stranger~See the sign up ahead, it calls out your nameIt's a meaningful sign but it makes no senseThey saw you pass on through with only one shoeAnd mystified mind with an angel for a guideThere's a destiny song that's meant for meBut I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feetLike a single site you know it's all you've gotSo be sure to aim true with your eyes on full viewThere's nobody you can accuseThe mirror reflects upon truth and from inside I feel bruisedThe mask that I wear is unsureUnable to find a known cure so I hide forever moreI'm a passing stranger with a name I can't rememberI am going blind from the dust in my eyesBut the ground back home seems so far awayAnd I'm coughing up my lungs, but I know I've gotta stayI'm moving slow with nowere to goI stumble on a sign "One Mile to Dine"It takes a little time and I'm barely aliveBut I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breathThe coffee you poured me is coldThe paper I'm reading is oldAnd that smile is not your ownThe clothes that I wear are soaked throughI'm all out of luck for youAnd there's a million things I can't doCan't do, can't doSomething strangely familiar about the way I amI'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady handsHe says, "How are you, son, where you been all week?"I recognize his voice even in my sleepLord only know is what I got up toMaybe it's best for me if I just found my shoesAnd confirm my suspicions for heaven's sakeAnd pick up my trail from my front gateThere's nobody you can accuseThe mirror portrays a bold truthAnd from inside it's what you doStart digging around and you'll findMissing for years your own lifeYou're better off trying not to hideNot to hide, trying not to hide.Scott Matthews
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