A STRANGER TO MYSELF

THE OLDER I GET
THE MORE I UNDERSTAND
HOW EACH TRIUMPH AND REGRET
MARKS THE MEASURE OF A MAN
THROUGH HAPPY TIMES AND PAIN
THERE’S PHOTOGRAPHS UPON THE SHELF
ALL THESE IMAGES REMAIN
BUT I’M A STRANGER TO MYSELF

THE LONGER I ROAM
THE MORE RESTLESS I’VE BECOME
THE HIGHWAY’S STILL MY HOME
I’M STILL CHASIN’ THAT OLD SUN
UP AND DOWN THIS ROAD
COLLECTING MEMORIES LIKE WEALTH
I’M THE RICHEST MAN I KNOW
BUT I’M A STRANGER TO MYSELF

YET MY HEART WILL ENDURE
AND IT WILL UNTIL THE END
KNOWING IT WON’T EVER LOSE
ALL THE LOVE IT’S HAD TO SPEND
STILL I SEARCH TO FIND A CURE
FOR THIS EMPTINESS WITHIN
I’LL KNOW ME SOMEDAY I’M SURE
WHEN THIS STRANGER IS MY FRIEND

THE OLDER I GET
THE MORE I UNDERSTAND
HOW EACH TRIUMPH AND REGRET
MARKS THE MEASURE OF A MAN
THROUGH HAPPY TIMES AND PAIN
THERE’S PHOTOGRAPHS UPON THE SHELF
ALL THESE IMAGES REMAIN
BUT I’M A STRANGER TO MYSELF

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Troubadour – Giorgio de Chirico – 1916

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“A Stranger To Myself is a very strong piece of work. You are, and always have been,
an artist of the highest degree.” – Jody Williams, VP Writer / Publisher relations, BMI Nashville