He sits on a desolate bench
Reading the paper trying to sketch
One of the photos in a notebook
Just smirking at the paper
To me.. He's just a smiling stranger

Lady gates down the road
She carries a map 
But that won't show her where to go
If she's lost in her world
Then a route can't show her the way
Not tomorrow.. Not today
And she thinks she's a ranger 
She's just a smiling stranger

Little kids playing hopscotch
On boiling cement
If they fall they scrape their knees
They might risk feeling free
Once they touch the hot concrete
They may realize that they're only dreaming
Even though their mouths are truly beaming
On the inside they must feel anger
yet they are smiling strangers

We're all just smiling strangers to the naked eye
Just a bunch of living creatures trying to get by
But the answer is in your mind... 
Just smiling people like you and me
trying to get in some good company
But the answer isn't in the sky
It's in all of our minds