FOREIGN COUNTRY
I live
In a foreign country
All the streets signs have changed
Same passport
Same port of entry
But nothing looks the same
I knew my way around
The alleyways
Through where we disagreed
Now all I've found
Are barricades
A wall in front of me
Do we ever really know exactly where we are?
Do we ever really know exactly where we are?
It feels like something's
Been take from me
Somehow it all got rearranged
Same passport,
Same port of entry
But you don't look at me the same
Do we ever really know exactly where we are?
Do we ever really know exactly where we are?
I've got no answers
I've got no money
No currency can be exchanged
Not for freedom,
Milk or honey,
Or shelter from the rain
Where do we go?
What do we do?
When we don't know where we are...
I've tried to look inside myself
I've tried to find it by,
Find it by the stars
But here we are
In a foreign country
Where nothing is explained
Same passport
Same port of entry
But nothing looks the same
Nothing looks the same
Nothing looks the same
Nothing looks the same
