He sits alone in a 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 sweet 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 you know That 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
And nobody knows where the stranger will go and oh you know 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 village they called Jonestown to a meeting of the clan No one can know where the strangers will go and oh you know They'll always be there, they'll always be there
And they come when they're summoned and they do what must be done And they live for their movement they take pride in being some Of the lucky and the chosen and the perfect men And the strangers are with us again Yes the strangers are with us again