Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Seems like the good times
Happen too early
Or maybe they just start out growing old
You slipped through my arms
In such a hurry
Searching for a softer love to hold
But that's the story of my life
A taste of what love might be like
That's how it is
But not the way I chose
And your love is just for strangers
I suppose
Yes, your love is just for strangers
I suppose
Oh, but ain't it sad
The way they come and go
But there's always someone lonely
Just down the road
And your love is just for strangers
I suppose
So you'll always find a place to hang your clothes
Cause your love is just for strangers
I suppose
Your love is just for strangers
I suppose