Lyrics Singin' to Strangers - The Wood Brothers

He hails from the great state of confusion
In the army he was a major disappointment
Now he's pulling a push broom at the inconvenience store

He had never heard speaking in tongues
Just screamin' and wailin' guitars
And he'd do most anything, to get that feeling in his heart
So he sings to himself
But he never feels right until he's

Singin' to strangers
Every night

When it's cold she wears a mitten and a glove
She says jesus was handsome but god is just love
And she feels just like and angel stuck on her back in the snow

But she's not scared she will shoot you with a glance
If you look her right back in the eyes you'll see infinite road

And she'd do most anything not to feel so alone
So she sings to herself
But she never feels right until she's

Singin' to strangers
Every night

Have you ever heard speaking in tongues
Or screaming and wailing guitars
Would you do most anything, to get that feeling in your heart
Try

Singin' to strangers
Every night