(Bachman-Cummings)   Dark day, windy city   Raincoat on my shoulder   So take my hand and show me where to go   'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger      Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks   Freeway people on the move   So take my hand and show me where to go   'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger      I'm the proper stranger   Nobody knows my face or   Knows my name   Nobody knows where I'm goin' or   How I came      Lost and found, no one claimed me   All alone with a million others   So take my hand and show me where to go   'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger      Broke my mind, had no spare   Nothing left and no tomorrow   so take my hand and show me where to go   'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger