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.