I Clap for Strangers
Robert Pollard
He's without peer it's been told
When God made him he broke the mold
God makes or breaks everything
I clap for strangers now
Bright and fun and full of shit
Seeks philosophies that fit
Her same vantage points
I clap for strangers now
Behind every cloud to some extent
Is the star of one's omnipotence
And all are clapping for strangers
So they'll know
And I clap for strangers, standing tall
Ever more familiar when they fall
We are all clapping for strangers
So they'll know