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.