Strange

I wake every morning in a strange bed
In a strange room, I wash my face
And get dressed, to live a strange life


And as I drive down the road I see
Strange faces looking at me
Strange, strange faces looking at me

I go to bed every night in a strange bed
In a strange room, I close my eyes
And drift off to dreamland to get away from a strange life.

And as I drive down the road I see
Strange faces looking at me
Strange, strange faces looking right at me




This is not my home away from home
And this is not my little life
Yet I live it every day of my life!

And as I drive down the road I see
Strange faces looking at me
Strange familiar faces looking at me.

I scream a silent scream in a strange bed
Every night in a strange room
Just before I drift away to dreamland
To get away from a strangers life

And as I drive down the road I see
Strange faces looking right at me
Only to realize the stranger used to be me.


How can it be, how can it be?
So many wrongs, so many tears
How exactly did I create this reality?