Stranger In a Foreign Land

Chris Pratt, Copyright June 2002

I look in their eyes for that lack of regret for the hell that they make
never torn by the truth that their lies and agenda would show them a fake
I watch how they rush crushing all in the way of acheiving their goal
words from their mouth masking meaningless rage, nothing left of their soul 

Straaaaanger, his feet on a foreign shore
Everything is so strange, he can't look no more
Straaanger, a man in a foreign land
how they think, how they act how they speak he can't understand

I look at the actions of selflessness lost to that day to day greed
over and over  it grows till the garden is nothing but weeds 

Chorus

wouldn't it seem somehow by the time in his life that night starts to fall,
he'd understand or at least he'd accept and be used to it all
but the longer he looks, the stranger it feels, the less sense it makes
to walk through a world where it seems everyone just takes and takes

I look on the fools with their intellect lost, leaving nothing inside
living as dogs without giving the time to the person they hide