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.