Some times I feel I lost something In gaining everything, But I can't put my finger on what it was, It's just one of those nagging feelings, Like sitting with your back to an open door Waiting on a favourite stranger. I find it hard to talk about, its not easy As you might expect Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept That there's something missing, That there's something not quite there And that's why you're sitting there. Listening to me as I try to explain that (chorus) You're my favourite stranger But don't read between the lines, I could say that I love you at this moment In passing time, But I could honestly tell you I don't know why I'm here, Sharing all my problems with you When you've already got your own share, From favourite strangers. Maybe it's just I need an audience to Pretend it's all an act, But all I gain is your confidence And a number in a filofax On the terms that it's a first name That'll run one day in split champagne And I'll recollect and just accept That you were one of my favourite strangers. (chorus) Sometimes I know I lost everything In gaining something, But I can't put my finger on what it was Its just one of those nagging feelings like sitting with your back to an open door, Expectting favourite strangers