Dressing Like a Stranger

I've been walking through my mind this morning
But I don't recognize these winding roads
All the buildings feel small and there's nobody in them
Is there no hope at all of getting home?

There's a lonely park bench in the center of my head
And I sit for a while to count the trees
Thirty-two strong, but the wind is rarely blowing
I'm in a film stuck on pause that won't unfreeze

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
Hiding up my sleeve

If there's a god I hope she's grinning
Like a child sweetly singing
Is there a monster underneath her bed
Can you wake me so softy
With a kiss and a black coffee
So the cycle goes round and round again

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
Hiding up my sleeve

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
Hiding up my sleeve