In Thee

Maybe Ill see you again baby
And maybe I wont
Maybe youve bought your ticket
Gone back to detroit
Airplanes make strangers of us all
Give us distance
Much too easily.
Jim says some destinies
Should not be delivered
But you and I seen now baby
That still they are
Winning it makes losers of us all
cause the dice roll
So indifferently.
Well, Ill wrap myself in cities I travel
Ill wrap myself in dreams
Ill wrap myself in solitude
(«strangers arms"for 3rd chorus)
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee.
Tonight its hot, without you
Tomorrowll be cold
Winter will come along
Driven by snow
Love it makes strangers of us all
When we part
Oh so thoughtlessly
Once we breathed the breath
Of sweet surrender
Pure, pure arab air filled our
Atmosphere
But pride it makes stars of us all
Until we fall
For everyone to see.