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