How’m I supposed to find the one and only If I’ve fallen off the grid? Makes me want to cry Makes me want to die Man, a dollar’s a whole lot smaller Than when I was just a kid Makes me want to cry Makes me want to die Taking ill of bad advice Makes me want to cry Doing time to pay the price Like until I die I’m the strangest stranger Getting strange out in the strangest land Makes me want to cry Makes me want to die Took the esoteric easy rider’s Empty open hand Makes me want to cry Makes me want to die I am Wendy clicking shoes Into a place that I’m not from Nowhere to go No one I know Nothing to show Will I ever be free? Going to the biggest place To get my picture took was dumb No one I know Nowhere to go Nothing to show Will I ever be free? Makes me want to cry Makes me want to die