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feeling like a stranger

This is the second song in a trilogy that I wrote lyrics for. Actually, Christian was not happy with the verses that to him seem to reach too far back in time. Small wonder, since I'm about twice his age ;-) Lines like "hedges made room for fences and wire" do indeed go back about 50 or 60 years. He kept the chorus but wrote new verses himself.


when we were kids there were myst'ries and miracles
we were free and kept roaming around
the land was wide, and the forests were mystical
we were heroes and princes uncrowned

but over time meadows made room for building land
the hedges made room for fences and wire
the trees were chopped down to meet the town's new demands
the time of innocent freedom expired

feeling like a stranger
in the town where I was born
blank looks on the faces
of the friends I thought I'd known
I saw only one way out

buildings grew higher and spread 'cross the countryside
open space became concrete and tar
motorways zigzag through the land far and wide
where we once played the land now looks scarred

the air we breathe smells of poison and gasoline
the words we speak sound of lies and betrayal
we keep busy ignoring the state that we're in
what else could I do but turn and set sail

feeling like a stranger
in the town where I was born
blank looks on the faces
of the friends I thought I'd known
I see only one way out

when I tried to breathe I felt like choking to death
should I join in or should I protest
when I tried to speak up my friends acted like deaf
they seemed to think I was possessed

feeling like a stranger
in the town where I was born
blank looks on the faces
of the friends I thought I'd known
I see only one way out

feeling like a stranger
in the town where I was born
blank looks on the faces
of the friends I thought I'd known
I see only one way out

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