I went around my elbow to get to my ear
Ever since I been listenin' I like what I hear
Someone's on the back porch playin' on an old guitar
I hear them calling
The notes are falling
[Chorus]
I've been a stranger all my life
I've been accused of stranger things
I like the sound of Miss Etta James
I like the way that she sings
My mouth and eyes are circles
My visions near but straight
The silence curves it bends my nerves
And it funnels me through my fate
Someones on a cold street walking on a cobblestone
I hear them walking
I hear them talking
Illusions die hard friend
You best think again
If you press the flesh friend
The picture may bend
Let the day instruct us let the veil prevail
If you need it you best believe it
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I went around my elbow to get to my ear
Ever since I been listenin' I like what I hear
Someone's on the back porch playin' on an old guitar
I hear them calling
The notes are falling
[Chorus]
I've been a stranger all my life
I've been accused of stranger things
I like the sound of Miss Etta James
I like the way that she sings
My mouth and eyes are circles
My visions near but straight
The silence curves it bends my nerves
And it funnels me through my fate
Someones on a cold street walking on a cobblestone
I hear them walking
I hear them talking
Illusions die hard friend
You best think again
If you press the flesh friend
The picture may bend
Let the day instruct us let the veil prevail
If you need it you best believe it
Ever since I been listenin' I like what I hear
Someone's on the back porch playin' on an old guitar
I hear them calling
The notes are falling
[Chorus]
I've been a stranger all my life
I've been accused of stranger things
I like the sound of Miss Etta James
I like the way that she sings
My mouth and eyes are circles
My visions near but straight
The silence curves it bends my nerves
And it funnels me through my fate
Someones on a cold street walking on a cobblestone
I hear them walking
I hear them talking
Illusions die hard friend
You best think again
If you press the flesh friend
The picture may bend
Let the day instruct us let the veil prevail
If you need it you best believe it