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Isn’t it weird?
Isn’t it strange?
Even though we’re just two strangers on this runaway train.
We’re both trying to find a place in the sun.
We’ve lived in the shadows, but doesn’t everyone?
Isn’t it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes?
Isn’t it hard…standing in the rain?
You’re on the verge of going crazy and your heart’s in pain.
No one can hear though you’re screaming so loud.
You feel all alone in a faceless crowd.
Isn’t it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes?
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you don’t stand out, and you don’t fit in…weird.

Sometimes things get worse before they get better. I’m having one of those incredibly strange evenings where I have absolutely no idea what is wrong with me. All I know is what I am feeling. Perhaps it was the whiskey on the ferry ride over. Maybe I’m just too tired. Maybe it’s just stress. As my brother’s truck left Parksville and turned onto the highway, he and his girlfriend sat in the front and talked about cars while listening to music.

I sat in the backseat of the truck, stared out the rear window and sobbed the entire way home.

Lyrics written by I.H., J.T.H. and Z.H.