You’re so strange
You’re so strange
You’re so strange

They say that. We see them mouth that on the other
side of the glass.

We call back:

You’re so mean to each other
We’re all kind to one another
All we have is each other,
why don’t you come over?

They don’t stop making
ugly faces on the other
side of the glass.

We have so much to say to one another.
What can they be thinking, we wonder,
to be so angry?

One future dream, the one that doesn’t die
at booted feet:
You tell us why your right to others’ misery
makes you so angry.

If that makes sense to you,
how am I the strange one?