Like anything worth doing
The voice is low, you are an idiot
Explored the written word
But now that you've seen nakedness
Will you see the good in everyone
Am I singing for strangers
When strangers sing these harmonies
The eyes are wide in discovery
So I eat peaches in the afternoon,
Serenade old men on their balconies
I gave up on trying to pin it down
Am I singing for strangers