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