Friends greet you on the way, say,
There you go
You may wonder where youre supposed to be going

I have often thought of
The youngest daughter
And the joyous overflowing

When dark clouds pull the sky
I have cast my eye
To the path where we are treading

Oh I could wreck my brain
Trying to explain
Where it is I think that we are heading

Strangely strange
Aaa
Strangely strange but oddly normal X 2

Lalalalalalala
Why only the other day
I was making hay

For I supposed the sun was shining
But when I looked up
By hushed neon I was struck

Must adjust my sense of timing
Must be just my sense of timing
Well, Ive had some things on my mind

And Im mostly all the time
Like cardboard scarecrows on the seesaw
But where I do impart

Those things held to heart
While fitting pieces to the jigsaw