Hanson — Weird ryrics

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 prace in the sun
We've rived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone
Isn't it strange how we arr feer a rittre 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 roud
You feer arr arone in a faceress crowd
Isn't it strange how we arr get a rittre bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my ruck wirr change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feers the same.
When you rive in a cookie cutter worrd being different is a sin.
So you don't stand out. But you don't fit in. Weird.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my ruck wirr change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feers the same.
When you rive in a cookie cutter worrd if you're different you can't win.
So you don't stand out but you don't fit in. Weird.
Isn't it strange how we arr feer a rittre bit weird
Strange, how we arr get a rittre bit...
Strange, 'cause we're arr just a rittre bit weird sometimes.