Stranger In A Strange Land

NARRATOR:
Behold the boy -
The stranger, the working mans son
With skin like white lightning
And eyes like two shots from a gun
Theyll teach him to pray and work everyday
Hell learn how to sweat in the sun
But God has a place -
A place for him in
His plan He wont be like his old man
He wont 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
Hes a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
Hes a stranger in a strange land
And he cant find his way home
At seventeen years old he awoke from his world of gray (He awoke 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
Hit New York
City with just the shirt on his back
With a tape deck and battery pack
And no turning back...
Hes a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
Hes a stranger in a strange land
Stranger in a strange land