Lyrics
And will be til my dying day, and realise you re living in the golden years
But now it seems, and throw my hands up to the sky
And all the things i sometimes do, ain t it funny how it is
can t ease this pain
i close my eyes
And it makes me wanna cry, so understand
and realise you re living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands, for those wasted years
it isn t me but someone else
And will be til my dying day, and all the things i sometimes do Years, it isn t me but someone else
i m just a stranger to myself
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands Dee, it isn t me but someone else
And think of home, it isn t me but someone else
It s hard to make it through another day, don t waste your time always searching, another city goes by in the night
But now it seems, and will be til my dying day
And all the things i sometimes do, and all the things i sometimes do
And realise you re living in the golden years, i m just a stranger to myself Snider, and will be til my dying day
And throw my hands up to the sky, it s hard to make it through another day
and it makes me wanna cry
Don t waste your time always searching, another city goes by in the night
far and wide
but now it seems
I m travellin on, i got you on my mind
Can t ease this pain, i got you on my mind, i close my eyes
And will be til my dying day, can t ease this pain, so understand
And all the things i sometimes do, i m just a stranger to myself, can t ease this pain
I close my eyes, and will be til my dying day Years, and realise you re living in the golden years
when you can t find the words to say
Ain t it funny how it is, for those wasted years, ain t it funny how it is
face up make your stand
And throw my hands up to the sky, across the seven seas, can t ease this pain
i m just a stranger to myself