The Stranger

There's a Stranger walking to a nearby town and he's up on his feet
Searching for the love that he used to have in an existence so bleak
He passes by, them people stare, he's on his own
Yes, they see him but they don't mind at all
As he is waiting for The Call

There's a Stranger climbing on a desolate hill as he fills his empty heart
Lighting up a cigarette he takes it all in, and then he lets it all out
And there's a longing deep inside him that shall never go away
There's a stranger walking and he feels like falling
Wishing things, wishing everything would be okay

There's a Stranger sitting in an open field as he questions everything
"Will I get wiser, as I get older? Will I ever find love again?"
He talks to God, he tests his faith, he's all alone
And the snake is hissing from afar
The sun is setting and it's getting dark

There's a Stranger walking on the side of the road of an open highway
Buses and cars, rivers and trees, nature of every kind
And there's a fire inside, a burning question
And it's asking, "What does it take to be man?"
Will it ever make sense again?
There's a Stranger walking and he feels the wind blowing
And the answer, and the answer is in his hands

There's a Stranger, fighting demons of the past and ghosts of doom
In the darkness wrestling gods of greed and pain and hurt and gloom

He says goodbye to the mistress and the mystics of the good times
That has kept him from the light
And he wonders what he'll see as he comes out in the open

There's a Stranger, killing beasts in the barren wilderness
He's The Lone Wolf of the badlands and he cannot second guess

As he's broken, comes an Angel in the night
Not to slay him, but to tell him, "it's alright"
And he rises, black and blue, inside he heals while words are spoken