NARRATOR:

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 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...



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