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.