Brill Bldg Becker

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

Let us not pretend we know what we know

And if we can’t say why or where we’re going

All the same

We are leaving

When all is said and done

Even the true of heart will run

Love is for strangers

Love is for strangers

Now and then a woman wants to tell a pretty story

Even if she’s sure how the story ends