Making Strangers

Making Strangers Feels like I've been making strangers Out of all my oldest friends It's not that I don't care about 'em I just learned to live without 'em Feels like I'm in constant danger Of forgettin' where I'm from Home is harder to remember When the roads all blend together into one Feels like I've been making strangers Always first to walk away Afraid of what I might discover About myself when in another's eyes And I've paid the price Have I lost my way? Can I get it back? Have I lost my way? People and places and feelings and traces gone cold People and places, familiar faces grown old Grown old, grown old Oh, Oh Feels like I've been making strangers But with you I'm here to stay