Isn't it weird. Isn't it strange.

Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train

We're both trying to find a place in the sun

We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone

Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes

Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.

You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain

No one can hear though you're screaming so loud

You feel all alone in a faceless crowd

Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.

Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.

Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.

When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.

So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird.

Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.

Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.

When you live in a cookie cutter world if you're different you can't win.

So you don't stand out and you don't fit in. Weird.

Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird

Strange, how we all get a little bit.

Strange, 'cause we're all just a little bit weird sometimes