Strangers No More Words and music by Brenda Craven Sinclair Sutton © 1987Verse: G, D, C - / - G, C, D// Plans are made, pennies pinched, time goes creeping by. Bags and instruments are packed--our bosses shake their heads and sigh. We're going for a weekend; we'll drive or fly or crawl To the oddest bergs and ballrooms where we answer to the call of Chorus: G, D, C, G / C, G, D - / C, G, C, G / C, G, C, D / C, G, C, G-D G - C, D-C, D / G, D, C - / G, D, C, D / G, D, C - / G, D, G One voice singing, one hand strumming Slowly building note for note there starts a quiet humming. Lyrics brush the memory, somebody starts a drone, The basses fill the bottom in and sounds of baritone. Layer upon layers fills with alto and contralto The melody enhanced by soaring tenor and soprano Strangers no more, we sing, and sing and sing and sing. Strangers no more, we sing, and sing and sing and sing. She drives a truck, he computes, that one teaches school The only rule among us is, there really are no rules Some like ose, some fantasy, some science fiction strong The one thing that unites us is our love of harmony and song, with Chorus: Bridge: C, G, C, G / C, G, C, D / C, D, C - / D, G, C-D, G, D/ G, D, C - / G, D, C, D / G, D, C - / G, D, G - Some folks fit in easy no matter where they are Others stand off from the rest, pin their hopes on stars We each spent some time drifting in a crowded world alone But now we pack our bags and songs and skip off to our monthly home, where Strangers no more, we sing, and sing and sing and sing Strangers no more, we sing, and sing and sing and sing It's been too long, so how's your life, fam-il-i-ar-i-ty A kiss, a hug, a back gets rubbed by one of every five I see You read my shirt, I read your badge, we sit and trade a song I may not know you Friday night but we're good friends when Sunday's gone, with Chorus X2