Alien Shore

You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome

Slave to the hormone, body and soul

In a struggle to be happy and free

Swimming in a primitive sea.



You and I, we must dive below the surface

A world of red neon and ultramarine

Shining bridges on the ocean floor

Reaching to the alien shore.



For you and me, sex is not a competition

For you and me, sex is not a job description

For you and me, we agree.



You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes

Color and culture, language and race

Just variations on a theme

Islands in a much larger stream.



For you and me, race is not a competition

For you and me, race is not a definition

For you and me, we agree

Reaching for the alien shore.



You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes

We add to each other, like a coral reef

Building bridges on the ocean floor

Reaching for the alien shore.



For you and me, we hold these truths to be self evident

For you and me, we'd elect each other president

For you and me, we might agree

But that's just us.

Reaching for the alien shore.