Do you wake up in the morning Greet the brand new day Can you see from your window The ways of the world Is ...This really conversation Or just words that you've heard There's a lack of understanding In the things you say.
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier Piece of paper in your hand Is the view from your window As small as ...This man's We try hard at conversation But the words don't connect I fear we speak a foreign language In the western world
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier Feel lost at the frontier I heard you shout at the frontier Keep me searching for a home.