By Walter Becker & Larry Klein
Now and then a person needs to hear a pretty story
Even when her heart’s been broken for good
You know the kind I mean
Something sad and sweet
A fairy tale of longing and belonging
One that goes down like bourbon
Once upon a moonless night a hungry heart is waiting
There among the shadows someone appears
However did you know
To be pale and dark
Strange and quiet angel of the evening
How’d you know I’d be waiting
On some distant star
Nobody cares much who we are
Love is for strangers
Love is for strangers
Yes its true, I know my dear
You must have come from somewhere
You grew up in a house then went on your way
You traveled far in a broken line
Lived lives and loves too numerous for telling
Here you are I believe you
All your words are lies
Truth is the fire in your eyes
Love is for strangers
Love is for strangers
This is all for you my dear
I give it to you gladly
Yours to have for now, for many a while