Stranger In A Strange Land

Behold the boy, the stranger The working man's son With skin like white lightning And eyes like two shots from a gun They'll teach him to pray and work everyday He'll learn how to sweat in the sun But God has a place, a place for him in His plan He won't be like his old man, he won't be made to crawl His folks named him John But everyone else called him Snow With flesh bright as Sunday And a face full of something unknown Shunned as he grew, he finally withdrew Asleep in a world all his own Then he awoke like a child in the Promised Land With barely the strength to stand and tears in his eyes He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay He's a stranger in a strange land and he can't find his way home At seventeen years old he awoke from his world of gray He woke to a time gone away With a gift ever-reaching and a calling he had to obey They watched as he left home one day They all looked on while the prodigal son Left the home of his father that day He hit New York City with just the shirt on his back With a tape deck and battery pack and no turning back He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay He's a stranger in a strange land, stranger in a strange land