EVER FEEL LIKE A WHITE SQUIRREL
IN THE DAYLIGHT
GAINST THE DARK GREEN GRASS
STICKING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB
IN THE NOON DAY SUN
WHILE THE BROWN ONES RUN

LIKE THE WORLD THAT YOU'RE LIVING IN
HAS LEFT YOU ALL ALONE
EVER FEEL LIKE AN ORPHAN
AND YOU'VE GOT NO PLACE TO GO

EVER FEEL LIKE A SQUARE PEG
IN A ROUND HOLE
LIKE A BROKEN SPOKE
A CONSTANT PRETENDER
A BY-STANDER WHO NEVER GETS THE JOKE

A FACELESS REMAINDER
OF SOMEONE YOU BARELY KNEW
TRAPPED INSIDE OF A BODY
THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU

LIKE THE ONLY SURVIVOR
FROM A PLANET
OR A FAR OFF LAND
LIKE YOU'RE SPEAKING A LANGUAGE
THAT NOBODY ELSE CAN UNDERSTAND

NO ONE TO EXPLAIN TO
WHAT IS GOING ON INSIDE
A MISCALCULATION
LIKE SOMEONE INSIDE YOU DIED

BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE

EVER FEEL LIKE A WHITE SQUIRREL
IN THE SUN LIGHT
GAINST THE DARK GREEN GRASS
STICKING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB
IN THE NOON DAY SUN
WHILE THE BROWN ONES RUN

BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE
NO YOU'RE NOT ALONE

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Writer(s): GARY LOURIS