When I was a bright young man Walking these quiet streets I always had some friends Waiting somewhere for me And people would pass me by And say their good evenings And I'd take for granted I could even exist here As the girls go by on their shining bikes Three at a time In perfect synchronicity Their laughter falling in the rain And I feel like such a stranger And I feel like such a child And I feel like such a stranger Wish I could just be someone for a while When those bright fathers And their lovely wives Come home from dancing Looking so much alive When those same young mothers Have to, walking, pass me by Only their children Ever look me in the eye As the girls go by on their shining bikes Three at a time In perfect synchronicity Their laughter falling in the rain And I feel like such a stranger And I feel like such a child And I feel like such a stranger Wish I could just be someone for a while I passed my reflection In the the pretty little gallery windows And I tried to paint a picture Of what it was that I used to look like Before age and its vandals Took an icy wind to my face And I could walk these silver streets And not be a stranger to this place