Foreign Land

When I first went away it was with the hope I'd be coming back
And so I rode the rails 'til I tumbled off of a winding track
Now everyone I meet seems to speak a tongue I don't understand
The ground beneath my feet is so slippery I can barely stand
In this foreign land where I roam

If anybody ever asks you where I went
Conceal from them the nature of my punishment
Until the day when I arrange my passage home
I'll have to tolerate this foreign land I roam

I've ceased to hate the people whose fault it was that I had to leave
I'd rather be with them than this population of whores and thieves
This ever-stagnant air offers no relief from the burning sun
The place from which I came was a paradise in comparison
To this foreign land where I roam

If anybody ever asks you where I went
Conceal from them the reasons for my banishment
Until the day when I arrange my passage home
I'll have to tolerate this foreign land I roam