Stranger in a Strange Land

Behold the boy, the stranger
The working man's son
With skin like white lightning
And eyes like two shots from a gun

They'll teach him to pray and work everyday
He'll learn how to sweat in the sun
But God has a place, a place for him in His plan
He won't be like his old man, he won't be made to crawl

His folks named him John
But everyone else called him Snow
With flesh bright as Sunday
And a face full of something unknown

Shunned as he grew, he finally withdrew
Asleep in a world all his own
Then he awoke like a child in the Promised Land
With barely the strength to stand and tears in his eyes

He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
He's a stranger in a strange land and he can't find his way home

At seventeen years old he awoke from his world of gray
He woke to a time gone away
With a gift ever-reaching and a calling he had to obey
They watched as he left home one day

They all looked on while the prodigal son
Left the home of his father that day
He hit New York City with just the shirt on his back
With a tape deck and battery pack and no turning back

He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
He's a stranger in a strange land, stranger in a strange land