People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.
When you're strange,
Faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange,
No one remembers your name.
When you're strange,
When you're strange,
When you're strange.
Ain't it the truth though? It's been an incredibly weird week in which God/Godess/the Great Spirit/the Universe/Whatever has been throwing me some curve balls.
