Oh, yeah.

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 and wondering how.

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.

Oh,
Yeah,
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.

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