Текст песни Strangers (Live At the Living Room) - Norah Jones

Where are you going? I don't mind
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go? What do I see?
I see many people coming after me

So where are you going to? I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If you offered hand is still open to me

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two, we are one

So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk

Till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with you
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today
We'll take what we want and give the rest away

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two, we are one

Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
'Cause soon I feel you're gonna carry us away

In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud but it aches with rage
We'll take what we want and give the rest away

Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two, we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two, we are one