Long before
Lucy wainwright rocheJust a stranger I will never see
I drove away
And I walked out that door
But you had left us long before
The year we spent there was strange and slow
Like all the cars in that rare Southern snow
We ventured out without a plan or fear
Probably not a great idea
It's not about the things I wanted then
I've come to see that I couldn't have used them
All the same it's true that even now
I'd like to talk to you somehow
I'd want to find out if you've heard that song
I'd want to tell you mine are coming along
Your family's well and healthy, I suppose?
I'm really curious to know
In the dimness of those last days bloom
While I was packing up the spare bedroom
You came and offered me a solemn word
About a voice you'd often heard
It was a moment when I saw inside
A little break from all that stoic pride
Do I think now that this would ring a bell?
You know I couldn't even tell you
Oh my friend you're lost to me
Another stranger I will never see
Oh my friend you're lost to me
Another stranger I will never see