Down peppers the rain, from a clear, blue sky,
Down trickles a tear on a youthful face,
Feeling in haste and wondering why,
Up struggles the sun, from a wounded night,
Out venture our hearts, and their silent shrouds,
Trying to ignite, but wondering how.
And we can laugh and we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can dance and we can sigh, but never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows.
Young dreamers explode like popped balloons,
Some kind of emotional rodeo,
Learning too slow and acting too soon,
Time marches away like a lost platoon,
We gracefully age as we feel the weight of loving too late, and leaving too soon.
And we can laugh and we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can dance and we can sigh, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can laugh and we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love,
Never see the strong hand of love,
Never, never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows.
