People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down.

It hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me.

When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange.

We chased our pleasures here, Dug our treasures there, But can you still recall The time we cried? Break on through to the other side.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the…

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries' lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.