Stranger
It was Ludwig Van Beethoven who stated "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy", and it is a point that is hard to argue. In music, one can explore the depths of the soul, which cannot otherwise be explained. Songwriting takes this exploration one step further. Instead of standing on the ledge, peeking into the canyon, seeking a glimpse of purpose, we scale the cliffside to retrieve the resolution.
As many others have, I reached the point, a few years ago, in which my heart longed to start over. My soul needed a hard reset, and my only anchor was my nagging sense of responsibility. However, last fall, Layton received a job offer that would require his relocation. The night that he decided to leave, he asked me to accompany him. Originally, I insisted that it would be impossible. However, the following morning, I looked my mother in the eye and told her that I was moving to Florida. We kept things quiet for several months, and I was grateful for that as I not only wanted to ensure that the move was definite before revealing our plans, but also because I was still processing the upcoming transition (and I remain in this "still processing" state).
Overcome by a wave of emotions, I turned to songwriting to help piece it all together. Balancing tension and redemption, I put pen to paper, then words to music, writing a song simply titled "Stranger", finding courage to embrace the freedom of change, and being overwhelmed by hope for the future.
Stranger
© 2016 Chelsey Sears
What I wouldn't give for a new wind in my sails
And a town of faces who don't know me too well
A different horizon, where I can sit and watch
The sun and another day slowly drift off
Where I can be a stranger, with no story and no past
No reason, no demons, there to hold me back
Just a smile and a handshake to be forgotten later
Where I can be a stranger
Folks around here, all they do is talk
About the could've, 'bout the should've, would've chances come and gone
Where lost loves and mistakes define your younger years
It'd sure be nice for my name to fall on a fresh set of ears
Where I can be a stranger, with no story and no past
No reason, no demons, there to hold me back
Just a smile and a handshake to be forgotten later
Where I can be a stranger
A fresh start for my tattered soul, to wander unfamiliar roads
Find a place with room to breathe, take the slate and wipe it clean
Where I can be a stranger, with no story and no past
No reason, no demons, there to hold me back
Just a smile and a handshake to be forgotten later
Where I can be a stranger, with no story and no past
No reason, no demons, there to hold me back
Just a smile and a handshake to be forgotten later
Where I can be a stranger
Where I can be a stranger
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