In this mainstream hardcore lotteryI guess I'm old, tired and drowsyPassing through these days of sorrowAnd I will leave this time tomorrowIt's not in my obsessionIt's not for me to recallI'm just a strangerTrying to reach outAnd I'm passing throughHere's my wrinkle, my own shoesGrey scarf and my beloved bootsThis journey took me eleven yearsToo late, my loveYou've seen my tearsIt's not in my obsessionIt's not for me to recallI'm just a strangerTrying to reach outAnd I'm passing throughHere's my wrinkle, my own shoesGrey scarf and my beloved bootsThis journey took me eleven yearsToo late, my loveYou've seen my tearsI'm just a strangerTrying to reach outAnd I'm passing throughHere's my wrinkle, my own shoesThis journey took me eleven yearsToo late, my loveYou've seen my tearsTry to reach outIt's not in my obsessionIt's not for me to recallI'm just a strangerTrying to reach outAnd I'm passing throughHere's my wrinkle, my own shoesTrying to reach outTo be calledI'm just a strangerTrying to reach outAnd I'm passing through