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.