Alien Shore - Rush

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, sex is not a competition

For you and me, race is not a definition

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