Uploaded July 2018 | Updated September 2026, 9 hours ago
The title track from the new album "Stranger Here," out now on Facedown Records.
Vinyl: facedown.merchnow.com/collections/Weathered
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/3zcokuLGBecZICyk8jadQR?si=Y4kl0oMZT2W0beK9FaIbXA
iTunes: geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/stranger-here/1394321990?app=itunes&at=10l7e8
Stranger Here
All that I seem to give is a broken spirit.
I spoke your words but never seem to listen to them.
I think of all the pain, of all the pain you suffered.
For your fair weather friends and unrequited lovers.
Despite this life and all its comforts,
I'm still lacking peace and order
Forgive my heart.
If you can, forget that I am such a hollow man.
I know it's all part of a plan.
Cause when I dream, I dream of golden sand.
I lived in a house that I held higher than a temple.
I figured out, to feel that way again would never be that simple.
Cause now my house is a parking lot, buried on top everything I was taught.
Such as love your neighbor and honor your savior.
I am but a stranger here, but a stranger.
Life was better on that river.
All I wanted was peace and order.
Forgive my heart.
If you can, forget that I am such a hollow man.
I know it's all part of a plan.
Cause when I dream, I dream of golden sand.
The title track from the new album "Stranger Here," out now on Facedown Records.
Vinyl: facedown.merchnow.com/collections/Weathered
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/3zcokuLGBecZICyk8jadQR?si=Y4kl0oMZT2W0beK9FaIbXA
iTunes: geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/stranger-here/1394321990?app=itunes&at=10l7e8
Stranger Here
All that I seem to give is a broken spirit.
I spoke your words but never seem to listen to them.
I think of all the pain, of all the pain you suffered.
For your fair weather friends and unrequited lovers.
Despite this life and all its comforts,
I'm still lacking peace and order
Forgive my heart.
If you can, forget that I am such a hollow man.
I know it's all part of a plan.
Cause when I dream, I dream of golden sand.
I lived in a house that I held higher than a temple.
I figured out, to feel that way again would never be that simple.
Cause now my house is a parking lot, buried on top everything I was taught.
Such as love your neighbor and honor your savior.
I am but a stranger here, but a stranger.
Life was better on that river.
All I wanted was peace and order.
Forgive my heart.
If you can, forget that I am such a hollow man.
I know it's all part of a plan.
Cause when I dream, I dream of golden sand.
