To look upon younAnd feel nothingnWell, that's a funny kind of feelingnnYes I know, butnI would rathernSmile and pretend to know betternnNow I command younTo be, to benA stranger unto mennAnd waiting by an old bus stopnI hear my name andnLooking upnFind only the leaves that coat the cornernnI've heard her voice 1,000 timesnI long to hear our laughternRhyme and ring acrossnThis moat that I have shovelednTo ring across this ocean I have travelednnNow I command younTo be, to benA stranger unto mennOh, what's the matter with your song?nYou tried to singnThe words were wrongnAnd when the harmony wasnHard to figurenI turned the guitar on its facenAnd took my place upon the bednAnd realized you never were a singernYour song can only imitate another'snnWhat I've killed 100 timesnLives to haunt this mouth of minennOh, I will strike 1,000 timesnAcross the ones I recognizennNow I command younTo be, to benA stranger unto mennI'll ride again through this dead-endn100 alleys hidden innThe foliagenThat lines the picket fencesnAnd maybe findnFor every single lonely heart that's huntingn100,000 secret hearts in waitingn100,000, slow and softly beating