Strangers come
And strangers say
Good-by before they leave
And you look like a stranger to me

Turning heads
Not turning hearts
You have seen their kind before
With their eyes of emerald green
Playing games on both sides of the door

Strangers stay
And strangers say
Loving you is hard to do
But in the end they run away
Leaving you to say, “after all we have been through”

Stranger things
Have happened
To a man like me
Than having my head turned
To look and watch the stranger leave

Morning’s come
I am on the run
Leaving before you do
Wondering what you must be thinking
I must look a lot like a stranger to you
© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.