Strangers by The Emerald Armada Lyrics

Pack my bags, I'm on my way
You'll see me coming back someday
Guitar in hand, and there's no sad song in my ear
Two hands, backpack, I'm out of here

Sun shines so bright but it can't beat the warmth in my eyes
There's nothing here that's quite the same
Well, what is left for me to say
When we step off that old BA

Well, there's no strangers, just some friends I haven't met yet
Still, I'll be getting round to where
Well, someone says 'Why don't you try to settle down son?'
Just think of all the things you've done
What about those hills I haven't climbed?
What about those blue skies on my mind?
What about those beaches where the surf rolls onto white sand?
What about who I am?

What about who I am?
What about who I am?
What about those hills I haven't climbed?
What about those blue skies on my mind?
What about those beaches where the surf rolls on the white sand?
What about who I am?

Well, there's no strangers just some friends I haven't me yet
Well, there's no strangers just some friends I haven't met yet
Well, there's no strangers just some friends I haven't me yet
Well, there's no strangers just some friends I haven't met yet