Strange

Where are you?
I'm looking for you
Are you out for a ride
Somewhere you know you can hide
Take a trip to Italy
Fly to New York City
Hit the road to Mexico
No trace of your shadow

Friday night I'm back there in Manhattan
The rain falls hard and I watch it by the window of my hotel room
I can't decide what to do with myself
Where to look for you so I go out and walk
Suddenly lost, glued to the pavement
Screaming at taxis, ignoring whores and their oozing make-up
I'm starting to feel really strange
Really bad and God, I don't understand why

It feels as strange as listening to Moroder on Prozac
It feels as strange as watching you full undressed
You look so slack
It feels as strange as when i told you things would not get better
It feels exactly as strange as that

Where are you?
I'm still looking for you
With a man in a bar
Or maybe not far
I'm tired of catching planes
And I'm tired of missing trains
The only thing I do
Is pretend that I'll find you

It feels as strange as listening to Moroder on Prozac
It feels as strange as watching you full undressed
You look so slack
It feels as strange as when I told you things would not get better
It feels exactly as strange as that

It feels as strange as listening to Moroder on Prozac
It feels as strange as watching you full undressed
You look so slack
It feels as strange
It feels as strange