Dressing Like a Stranger

I’ve been walking through my mind this morning

But I don’t recognize these winding roads

All the buildings feel small and there’s nobody in them

Is there no hope at all of getting home?

There’s a lonely park bench in the center of my head

And I sit for a while to count the trees

Thirty-two strong, but the wind is rarely blowing

I’m in a film stuck on pause that won’t unfreeze

Anything can change ya

Dressing like a stranger

Running from my failure

Hiding up my sleeve

If there’s a god I hope she’s grinning

Like a child sweetly singing

Is there a monster underneath her bed

Can you wake me so softy

With a kiss and a black coffee

So the cycle goes round and round again