I went around my elbow to get to my ear Ever since I been listenin' I like what I hear Someone's on the back porch playin' on an old guitar I hear them calling The notes are falling [Chorus] I've been a stranger all my life I've been accused of stranger things I like the sound of Miss Etta James I like the way that she sings My mouth and eyes are circles My visions near but straight The silence curves it bends my nerves And it funnels me through my fate Someones on a cold street walking on a cobblestone I hear them walking I hear them talking Illusions die hard friend You best think again If you press the flesh friend The picture may bend Let the day instruct us let the veil prevail If you need it you best believe it