I've been walking through my mind this morning
But I don't recognize these winding roads
All the buildings feel small and there's nobody in them
Is there no hope at all of getting home?
There's a lonely park bench in the center of my head
And I sit for a while to count the trees
There's thirty-two strong, but the wind is rarely blowing
I'm in a film stuck on pause that won't unfreeze
Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve
If there's a god, I hope she's grinning
Like a child sweetly singing
Is there a monster underneath her bed?
Can you wake me so softy
With a kiss and a black coffee?
So the cycle goes round and round again
Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve
Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve (stranger)
(Stranger)
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