There are stories told about a stranger that flew into town
Everything was dark on the night that he came around
He rode on the flames of a fire that was put out long ago
On the rings in the water caused by stones that were thrown
The longer we stay here
The harder they come
When you are the stranger
Strange you become
No place in a small joint
For a ghost on the run
A shadow is around, In the eyes of the old folks
Footsteps echo in the town, a stranger walking these roads
Every night, I am the stranger that comes with the wind
Whispering words in your ear that you dare not believe
Some turn their backs to me and some ask me to go
It's dark in this new world, it's worse than you know
The longer we stay here
The harder they come
When you are the stranger
Strange you become
No place in a small joint
For a ghost on the run
A shadow is around, In the eyes of the old folks
Footsteps echo in the town, a stranger walking these roads