Stranger

We were born in the right half of the earth
And as it circles, like the vultures in the sky
I grow my cover, 'cause I’ve got something to hide
Sometimes I find it strange that I’m alive
And even stranger, stranger that I’ll die
Sometimes we go to bed without any food
We always sleep without a hint of the truth
And I will scream until I hitch on notes of praise
Keep on crawling 'til I finally escape
Sometimes I find it strange that I’m alive
And even stranger, stranger that I’ll die
Sometimes I whisper, just to make you feel alone
Sometimes I run away for the rush of coming home
Sometimes they ask me why I let you slip away
When they can’t think of nothing, nothing else to say
Sometimes I find it strange that I’m alive
And even stranger, stranger that I’ll die