A. Lanier
And maybe I won't
Maybe I'll see you again baby
Maybe you've bought your ticket
Gone back to Detroit
Airplanes make strangers of us all
Give us distance
Much too easily. Jim says some destinies
Should not be delivered
But you and I seen now baby
That still they are
'Cause the dice roll
So indifferently.
Winning it makes losers of us all Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
I'll wrap myself in dreams
I'll wrap myself in solitude
But I wish I could wrap myself
("stranger's arms" FOR 3RD CHORUS)
In thee.
Tonight it's hot, without you Winter will come along
Tomorrow'll be cold
Driven by snow
Oh so thoughtlessly
Love it makes strangers of us all
When we part Once we breathed the breath
Of sweet surrender
Pure, pure Arab air filled our
Atmosphere
But pride it makes stars of us all
Until we fall
For everyone to see. CHORUS.
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