Music:Juri Rosenfeld,Lyrics:Dawn Sinclair,Arrangment:Andy Dolgihh,Mix-Mast:Grand Jury
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A Stranger, A Suitcase and a Car
by Dawn Sinclair
You know that its time
When you stare at your life
And you dont recognise who you are
The picture on the wall
Is a mirror to your soul
And your blessings are the coins inside a jar
Ive lived every day
In an ordinary way
I work and I play by the rules
Watch the sun rise and set
Thats as good as it gets
The stars up above my only jewels
chorus
Got as far as the county line
Called up that girl of mine
Told her I wont be going far
Shes not one for big goodbyes
Another man will dry her eyes
A stranger, with a suitcase, and a car
I dont remember when
I gave up on my dreams
A Stranger, A Suitcase and a Car
by Dawn Sinclair
You know that its time
When you stare at your life
And you dont recognise who you are
The picture on the wall
Is a mirror to your soul
And your blessings are the coins inside a jar
Ive lived every day
In an ordinary way
I work and I play by the rules
Watch the sun rise and set
Thats as good as it gets
The stars up above my only jewels
chorus
Got as far as the county line
Called up that girl of mine
Told her I wont be going far
Shes not one for big goodbyes
Another man will dry her eyes
A stranger, with a suitcase, and a car
I dont remember when
I gave up on my dreamsA Stranger, A Suitcase and a Car
by Dawn Sinclair
You know that its time
When you stare at your life
And you dont recognise who you are
The picture on the wall
Is a mirror to your soul
And your blessings are the coins inside a jar
Ive lived every day
In an ordinary way
I work and I play by the rules
Watch the sun rise and set
Thats as good as it gets
The stars up above my only jewels
chorus
Got as far as the county line
Called up that girl of mine
Told her I wont be going far
Shes not one for big goodbyes
Another man will dry her eyes
A stranger, with a suitcase, and a car
I dont remember when
I gave up on my dreams
and put away my daddys saxaphone
It might have been when I
Forgot to sit down and cry
For every wasted hope lost in my home
CHORUS
Im heading for the sea this time
Not looking for hills to climb
My back aches from the burdens of the past
Ill stop when Im low on gas
When people just see me as
A stranger with a suitcase and a car
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