Text: Rush. Counterparts. 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, for you and me
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
Colour and culture, language and race
Just variations on a theme
Islands in a much larger stream, yeah

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
Reaching for the alien shore
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
But that's just us
Reaching for the alien shore
But that's just us
Reaching for the alien shore
But that's just us
Reaching for the alien shore