Perfect Strangers

I come here on a whim

And find you checking out the scene,

Taking everything in.

There really is nothing about you

To give insight into your life.

Don't know if you're a parent,

If you've got a husband or wife?

Don't know if you like the mornings

Or if you're a creature of the night.

Perhaps you're an outcast

And prefer life on the run;

Maybe you want a partner

But haven't found the right one.

Or could you be living
With a secret identity:

One side ringed by firewalls
To maintain your privacy;

Another for the world
And for friends and family?

Kinda gets me wondering,
If this is really so,

Am I looking at you right now?
Or your alter-ego?

No matter what the truth is

And whatever the case,

We find ourselves together

At the same time, in the same place.

Could be pure luck and chance

Or the meddlesome hand of fate,

But which of the two has dealt us these cards

Is not up for debate.

All that matters is that
We both are here today.

I open my mouth to talk to you,

But damn,

What do I say?