Strangers - Ron Pope

I said goodbye to Los Angeles then I boarded the plane

Searching for a version of myself before the pain

And the players in my story, they still look much the same

But the boys I used to laugh with, I am watching as they change

We grow up, we grow old, we move on and we grow cold

We’re afraid, so we stay, feeling things we just can’t say

It is hard enough when you are standing out there all alone

And the ones you love are changing into strangers

The ritual we play at is so simple and so pure

With a hint of desperation in my voice, cause I’m unsure

Aching for a simpler time but needing so much more

Remembering those nights that seemed so endless long before

We grow up, we grow old, we move on and we grow cold

We’re afraid, so we stay, feeling things we just can’t say

It is hard enough when you are standing out there all alone

And the ones you love are changing into strangers

All my failures at redemption overshadowed by success

I do not think I have earned and so I’m fraying at the edges

And my seams have come undone

So I wonder when enough is enough

Think about that dancer, in her rapture in the dark

And my longing for her answer, for some beauty, or a spark

And that never ending hunger as she laid there in my arms

Moving forwards, looking backwards, still unsure of what we are

We grow up, we grow old, we move on and we grow cold

We’re afraid, so we stay, feeling things we just can’t say

It is hard enough when you are standing out there all alone

And the ones you love are changing into strangers

And the ones you love are changing into strangers