He up and bumed the bed cause he was not sleeping

Strange things are happening

Walked on his hands and stood on his head

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening since his baby went

She didn't leave a note

She left her books, her car, her Fender Rhodes

Strange things are happening

Dead summer and he is feeling cold

Sometimes he hears a voice down low

Strange things are happening

Faces form in his cigarette smoke

Mouthing words he does not know

Strange things are happening

Something somewhere's got to give

It's such a strange way to live

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening

Strange things are happening