(Bachman-Cummings)
Dark day, windy city
Raincoat on my shoulder
So take my hand and show me where to go

â'‚¬?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
â'‚¬?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
â'‚¬?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
â'‚¬?Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger