Why! Why!
Why was I born in America?

Another lonely day
Tears they pour
Down my face

I do believe in
Some kind of grace

I dream of foreign lands
A community of friends
That's a plan

To spend time
With people
Underneath the sun

I'm alone in America
That is not much fun

My therapist pretended
She went away

Some say these are
The end of days

I walk I wander