He's a perfect stranger, like a cross of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger and a changer of the ways he talks.
He's the unforseen danger the keeper of the key to the locks.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide, it's the loner.

If you see him in the subway, he'll be down at the end of the car.
Watching you move until he knows he knows who you are.
When you get off at your station alone, he'll know that you are.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide, it's the loner.

There was a woman he knew about a year or so ago.
She had something that he needed and he pleaded with her not to go.
On the day that she left, he died - but it did not show.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide, it's the loner