Scott Matthews Passing Stranger

See the sign up ahead it calls out your name,
It's a meaningful sign but it makes no sense.
Saw you pass on through with only one shoe,
and a mystified mind with an angel for a guide.
There's a destination that's meant for me,
but I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet.
Like a single sight you know it's all you've got,
so be sure to aim true with your eyes in 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 hide for evermore.

I'm a passing stranger with a name I can't remember,
I'm going blind from the dust in my eyes.
And 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 make it nontheless 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't do (can't do, I can't do)

Something strangely familiar about the way I am,
I'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands.
He says '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 found 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 portrays a bold truth.
and from inside it's 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, trying not to hide).