       Stranger in a Strange Land
         
         Stranger, stranger in a stange land.
         He looked at me as one who should run.
         We asked him to smile for a photograph.
         Waited a while to see if we could make him laugh.
         
         So did I seek for a cigarette.
         His smiling face I can't forget.
         It looked like it crossed the street.
         He said, I'll wait here.
         I wish you were here.
         I wish you were here.
         
         Stranger, stranger in a strange land.
         He look at me like I was the one who should run.
         I watched as he watched us get back on the bus.
         I watched there it was.
         The way it was there.
         He was with us.
         And I really don't mind sleeping on the floor.
         I can't sleep after what I saw.
         I wrote this letter to tell you,
         The way I feel.
         I wish you were here.
         To see what I could see, and hear.
         I wish you were here.
         