Country of Mine

You seek the answers i find and I will free this country of mine, I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe, And yet here is something else, I live in a beat up street downtown, Where only few wander by, And if you've seen my face, then you're right, I live in the street sometimes at night. I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe, And yet here is something else, So I've found, ooooh, No promised land, ooooh but i will try, ooohh, To make it mine. My mother says don't play so loud, I've learned that my mother can't describe, The things I feel when playing at night, To crowds of strangers, and trains that pass, I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe, And yet here there is something else, oooh, So I've found, ooooh, No promised land, ooooh But i will try, ooohh, To make it mine. But you'll never see, Living on the edge, is more than we can find, Living high, is an ideal of mind, I learn to breathe in a country that isn't mine, And change is coming my way. So I've found, ooooh, No promised land, ooooh But i will try, ooohh, To make it mine. So I'll go on, for the rest of my life, I wish I could give you all that love back, And if you hear this song someday you'll know, That I'll be right there, on the Platz.