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 from their silent shrouds,
Trying to ignite, but wondering how.

We can laugh, we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can laugh, we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows.

Young dreamers explode like popped balloons,
Some kind of emotional rodeo,
Leaving 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.

We can laugh, we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can laugh, we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows,
We can laugh, we can cry, and never see the strong hand of love,
The strong hand of love,
Never, never see the strong hand of love.

Strong hand of love,
Strong hand of love,
Strong hand of love,
Strong hand of love.