The Constant Foreigner

The Constant Foreigner
always wandering alone
if he asks directions
be kind and point him home.

A Constant Foreigner
knows how to get around
spent the last three days
lost around this town.

The Constant Foreigner
knows how to demand
he don’t speak any languages
he’s a master of the hands.

A foreign man in a foreign place
A foreign hand on his forlorn face
Words of comfort he can’t ear
Fills the lips within his hear.

A Constant Foreigner
to tired to be alone
if he asks directions
be kind and take him home.

A constant Foreigner came to touch the stars upon your face
Come the morning light he’ll finally find his place.

A wanted coroner
I haven’t seen around
asked his clients where to hide -
heard he’s underground.