Proper Stranger

(Bachman-Cummings) Dark day, windy city Raincoat on my shoulder So take my hand and show me where to go ‘Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks Freeway people on the move So take my hand and show me where to go ‘Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger I'm the proper stranger Nobody knows my face or Knows my name Nobody knows where I'm goin' or How I came Lost and found, no one claimed me All alone with a million others So take my hand and show me where to go ‘Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger Broke my mind, had no spare Nothing left and no tomorrow so take my hand and show me where to go ‘Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger