Texty písní The American Analog Set

The American Analog Set

The Kindness Of Strangers

There was no doubt

The moment it was savored

With or without

Your dad's coda speaking out of anger

When word got out

The kid was in danger

Then we all went south

For skirting the chains of labor

For the kindness of strangers

So we all got out

For the kindness of strangers

And we just walked out

The kid was leaning on a leg to favor

But there was no doubt

The kid was in danger

'Cause she was cast out

But turned a corner and her dad forgave her

For the kindness of strangers