Lyric Favourite Stranger

(Dick/Usher)

Some times I feel I lost something
In gaining everything,
But I can t put my finger on what it was,
It s just one of those nagging feelings,
Like sitting with your back to an open door
Waiting on a favourite stranger.

I find it hard to talk about, its not easy
As you might expect
Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept
That there s something missing,
That there s something not quite there
And that s why you re sitting there.
Listening to me as I try to explain that

chorus: You re my favourite stranger
But don t read between the lines,
I could say that I love you at this moment
In passing time,
But I could honestly tell you
I don t know why I m here,
Sharing all my problems with you
When you ve already got your own share,
From favourite strangers.

Maybe it s just I need an audience to
Pretend it s all an act,
But all I gain is your confidence
And a number in a filofax
On the terms that it s a first name
That ll run one day in split champagne
And I ll recollect and just accept
That you were one of my favourite strangers.

(chorus)

Sometimes I know I lost everything
In gaining something,
But I can t put my finger on what it was
Its just one of those nagging feelings
like sitting with your back to an open door,
Expecting favourite strangers.