Someday I Won't Feel So Strange

 

Someday I Won't Feel So Strange

Written by Scott Wainwright

My life's become like a run down shack

I've filled up my head with all this bric-a-brac

And nobody calls around here anymore

My life's become like a rubble road

And I've lost my way in the dark and the cold

And nobody calls around here anymore

There's holes in my socks and holes in my shoes

I'm Sherlock Holmes but I am minus the clues

And we ain't on Baker Street anymore

(chorus)

But someday I won't feel so strange

When the one who loves me calls out my name

And I'll take hold of God's freeing hand

And make my way to the promised land

My life's a bust up sofa with the stuffing sticking out

I cannot get comfortable when I am riddled with doubt

And nobody sits down round here anymore

And each day I am drifting further from the shore

In a punctured dingy without any oars

And nobody's looking for me anymore

My life is a catfish without any whiskers

And I am shouting too loud in a room full of whispers

And nobody stands next to me anymore

(chorus)

But someday I won't feel so strange

When the one who loves me calls out my name

And I'll take hold of God's freeing hand

And make my way to the promised land

From the album 'Strangers Here'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/strangers-here-2