| Reading what the others said |
| With you, I barely know the line |
| But then you point it to me every time |
| Sometimes I feel just like a stranger |
| But then I feel the swelling tide |
| Getting close is always dangerous in the dark |
| Where the spark, comes shining in |
| We had it good, we had it easy |
| And do you wonder what we could have been? |
| And now your father thinks your crazy |
| For ever running with a boy like him |
| Sometimes I feel just like a stranger |
| But then I feel the swelling tide |
| Getting close is awfully dangerous in the dark |
| Where the spark, comes lighting in |
| I pass the old house on the weekdays |
| I see the neighbors playing in the drive |
| I keep a picture of the first day |
| Hidden in the basement of my mind |
| Sometimes I feel just like a stranger |
| But then I feel the swelling tide |
| Getting close is awfully dangerous in the dark |
| When the spark, comes crashing in |
| It comes crashing in |