Hanson

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
Weird. Oh ho.
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 but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're 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.