(N. Young)

He's a perfect stranger,

Like a cross

of himself and a fox.

He's a feeling arranger

And a changer

of the ways he talks.

He's the unforeseen danger

The keeper of

the key to the locks.

Know when you see him,

Nothing can free him.

Step aside, open wide,

It's the loner.



If you see him in the subway,

He'll be down

at the end of the car.

Watching you move

Until he knows

he knows who you are.

When you get off

at your station alone,

He'll know that you are.

Know when you see him,

Nothing can free him.

Step aside, open wide,

It's the loner.



There was a woman he knew

About a year or so ago.

She had something

that he needed

And he pleaded

with her not to go.

On the day that she left,

He died,

but it did not show.

Know when you see him,

Nothing can free him.

Step aside, open wide,

It's the loner.