Neal Morse - Freak lyrics

rate me

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer; I've got so much to say

I'm not schizophrenic I just haven't had my medicine today

People they act like they've never seen a king before

But when I just am that I am they tell me “there's the door"

Cause I am a freak

A riddle

The kind you love too little

I am the one you call "the other"

You can't take home to mother

I am the angst

Provider

The ultimate outsider

And I’m not welcome where the work is

Not in your homes or in your churches...

My tongue is the pen and I feel inspired unusually today

My bed at the bridge kept me warm all night til the sky turned cold and

Gray

At noon on the corner I shout out words they can't ignore

But nobody sees they're too busy making money, kids and war

But I am a freak

A riddle

The kind you trust too little I am the one you call “the other"

You can't take home to mother

I am the angst

Provider

The ultimate outsider

And I'm not welcome where the work is

Not in your homes or in your churches...

Cry me a river

With an ocean all around

So many strangers live right among you now

There right here right now

But I am a freak

A riddle

I may have just a little

But I might be a savior or a brother

A someone's long lost mother

Maybe I'm not like the scriptures

And I don’t fit your pictures

But maybe an angel’s come between us

Who knows?

I might be Jesus...

I am a freak

A riddle

The kind you love too little

I am the one you call "the other"

You can’t take home to mother

I am the angst

Provider

The ultimate outsider

But maybe an angel's come between us

Who knows?

I might be Jesus...