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  1. Strange

I wrote Strange about 6 months after our move to the Big Smoke. I was loving this city, but feeling lost and alone again in a new place.

Lyrics

I am strange
I am out of place
There’s a lot of change
I have yet to face

My world
It’s on its head
Some days are as if
I’m gone or dead

Do you see me?
Do you know who I am
Or am I, just a means
Of getting it done?

My instincts
I don’t trust them anymore
In this new town
At this strange door
My new friends
I keep expecting them to be
Just as close
As my old ones are to me

Well I guess that I feel tired
Of proving I’m worth while
In each new space

And when the damage is done
You know your heart is still on the run
To each place