Making Strangers
Feels like I've been making strangers
Out of all my oldest friends
It's not that I don't care about 'em
I just learned to live without 'em
Feels like I'm in constant danger
Of forgettin' where I'm from
Home is harder to remember
When the roads all blend together into one
Feels like I've been making strangers
Always first to walk away
Afraid of what I might discover
About myself when in another's eyes
And I've paid the price
Have I lost my way?
Can I get it back?
Have I lost my way?
People and places and feelings and traces gone cold
People and places, familiar faces grown old
Grown old, grown old
Oh, Oh
Feels like I've been making strangers
But with you I'm here to stay