My feet can't settle in this place, the ground keeps shifting with each step
Fatal sinkholes leave no trace, desire to catch me in their trap
My eyes grow tired from the strain, for what I see, I can't believe
My ears grow weary once again, the things they hear seek to deceive
Though I see that many walk as if this was their home . . . I don't belong
Don't wanna be here any more, don't wanna leave before my time
Which do I choose, which am I for? The conflict grows within my mind
Born from outside of this earth, I walk this alien terrain
When I forget my place of birth . . . I'm temporarily insane
Though I see that many walk as if this was their home . . . I don't belong
©1996-2003 Jim Minker & "shovel-productions"
words and music written by Jim Minker 9/96
