Foreign Land

Born third in line So sure to turn out fine Among their prep school styles And their hard-earned smiles And it worked a while Don't want to travel 'round Don't want to settle down I've got my own pastime It takes up all my time I've got half a mind To go on home tonight and get loaded I won't be changed, no baby Going 'bout my daily plan I won't behave, no baby Living in a foreign land They say your shoe's untied And your clothes don't fit you right And the people talk about The times they've seen you out You know what they're worried about I had my mind on track But my heart snapped back There's nothing I wouldn't do To be a pal to you And that's damn near true Oh, my baby, I still think about it I won't be saved, no baby Living any way I can I won't behave, no baby Living in a foreign land Walking single file Like visions, down the aisle Valedictorians, proud In their graduate gowns How could I turn back now? Oh my baby, tell me all about it I won't be changed, no baby You can hold on to your helping hand I won't be saved, no baby I've had all that I can stand I won't behave, no baby Till there's nothing left to understand I can't be brave, no baby Living in a foreign land