But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
and all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but
someone else.I close my eyes, and think of home
another city goes by in the night
ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's
gone away.
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my
dying day.
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind.
Can't ease this pain, so easily.
When you can't find the words to say it's hard to
make it through another day
and it makes me wanna cry and throw my
hands up to the sky.Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years.
Face up... make your stand
and realise you're living in the golden years.
