I still remember what I saw last night Three small kids stealing money from a poor man Now that ain't right - no that ain't right I'm still thinking 'bout the things I heard Poor old man - he was frightened and afraid of every word - and it's all so absurd
But times are changing now an d I still care There must be something we can do out there I'm like a stranger in my own town baby I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
I keep on walkin' through these run down streets Graffiti walls - this ain't nothing like it used to be Not for you or for me This town's never been so down before Looks like a photograph - someone mighta taken in the second world war Oh but what was that for
So many people gave their lives for this There's nothing left for us to reminisce I'm like a stranger in my own town baby I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
When those sad days were over I'm sure they all thought that weld won But now as I look around We're still invaded by everyone
Things won't ever be the same again I've not lost a town - I've lost my only friend Oh but where does it end We'll never change these times with good intent But right now I know I don't feel content
I'm like a stranger in my own town baby I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
Compositores: John Fredrick Spinks (John Spinks), Anthony Grant Robert Lewis (Tony Lewis) ECAD: Obra #21498423