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