He was standing in the rain
Waiting for a train to nowhere
Thought he'd get up on the living
He'd been missing all those years
So he packed his bags one night
He didn't even stop to say goodbye
Heading down the road
For a pot of gold that'll never be there
Hey there, stranger
Where are you going?
There ain't nothing around the bend
But a dream of how it might have been
Hey there, stranger
Why are you running?
Well, your sorrow's gonna track you down
Till you've finally found a friend
I was standing on the side
Trying to thumb a ride to anywhere
Getting so sick of all the living
I'd been missing all those years
He pulled over, said come on in
I can free You from all Your sin
Heading down the road
For a heavenly home that'll always be there
Hey there, stranger
Where are you going?
There ain't nothing around the bend
But a dream of how it might have been
Hey there, stranger
Why are you running?
Well, your sorrow's gonna track you down
Till you've finally found a friend
