Stranger Days Ahead (or Thoughts of Suicide on An Empty Stomach)

As I sit in a seedy bar
Down by the airport, I'm
Chain-smoking cigarettes
Pondering, wondering...
Making love unconditional
Unconditionally lovingly true.
While somewhere above us
Lies a sad stranger
On her way down to Tucson,
Or maybe back home again,
Somewhere on top of this
World that keeps spinning
Underneath stars
Uncaringly watching us all from above.
Oh sweet stranger...
How does your garden grow?
Slowly, fantastically.
Thinking of something I said,
To a dream long ago,
About sad songs and liberty
And how one day our enemies
Will hear them on old radios.
Oh sweet stranger...
Where do you lay your head?
On soft feather pillow beds
Maybe on sidewalks
Or somewhere right next this place.
Someday I'll know the truth
Lonely and destitute
While happier men walk on by.
I'm hungry and thirstier
Now than I've ever been.
I order a drink and then...
Just walk right on out the door.
Oh sweet stranger...
Oh sweet stranger.
Oh sad stranger...
Stranger than anything,
Anyone, Everyone,

Things that I never could know.