How do you break through, when the words don't reach your lips?
In a lump inside your throat, or a pile of could've been's
All the small talk, and the catch-ups, and the empty promises
How do you dive deeper in a shallow riverbed?
When the current pulls you further from what you should have said
Getting by on the kindness of strangers
When you're trying to be tender, but instead you come off cold
When your sweetness surrenders to the cruelness of this world
All the small stuff, and the bad luck, when it all becomes too much
How do you find solace in a place so quick to judge?
Do you try and play it coo, or play the part you think they'll want?
Getting by on the kindness of strangers
People come, and people go, and some will make their mark
Like an iron to the bull, a symbol in your heart
And the ones that stick around are the hardest to find,
And if you can't find the closeness, you need the kindness to survive
Getting by on the kindness of strangers