The Stranger (Planet P Project)

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