The Stranger

He sits alone in one small room

Of a shabby railroad flat

He reads his yellowed clippings

Folds them up and puts them back

He knows that the world's not the place that it seems

And oh, oh, oh he dreams

There's somebody there

He stifles his emotions

And he wipes them from his face

He shuffles around his secret things

Hidden in their secret place

And nobody knows where the stranger will go

And oh, oh, oh he knows

That nobody cares

No nobody cares

And he comes when he's summoned

And he does what must be done

And he lives for the movement

He takes pride in being one

Of the lucky and the chosen

And the perfect men

And the stranger

Is with us again

From a valley in the rhineland

To the deserts of Iran

From a valley they called Jonestown

To a meeting of the clan

Nobody knows where the strangers will go

And oh, oh, oh you know

They'll always be there

They'll always be there

And they comes when they're summoned

And they does what must be done

And they lives for the movement

They takes pride in being one

Of the lucky and the chosen

And the perfect men

And the strangers

Are with us again

Yes the strangers

Are with us again