作词 : Bachman, Cummings
(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