Passing Stranger

See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name, it's a meaningful sign; but it makes no sense. So you pass on through with only one shoe and a mystified mind, with an Angel for a guide. There's a destiny song that's meant for me but I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet. Like a single shot you know it's all you got, so be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view. There's nobody you can accuse, the mirror reflects a bold truth and from inside I feel bruised. The mask that I wear is unsure, unable to find a known cure so I'll hide for evermore. I'm a Passing Stranger with a name I can't remember I am going blind from the dust in my eyes. but the ground back home seems so far away and I'm coughing up my lungs, but I know I've gotta stay. I'm moving slow with nowhere to go I stumble on a sign 'One Mile to Dine'. It takes a little time, and I'm barely alive But I'll make it none-the-less, with a shortage of breath. the coffee you poured me is cold, the paper I'm reading is old and that smile is not your own. The clothes that I wear are soaked through I'm all out of luck for you and there's a million things I can do (can do; I can do) There's something strangely familiar about were I am I'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands he said "How are you Son? Where you been all week?" I recognise his voice, even in my sleep Lord only knows what I got up to maybe It's best for me if I just find my shoes and confirm my suspicions for heaven's sake and pick up my trail from my front gate. There's nobody you can accuse, the mirror betrays a bold truth and from inside is what you do. Start digging around and you'll find; missing for years, your own life You're better off trying not to hide. Not to hide...