Medio Oriente

Thinking I was ready to die
'Cause I didn’t understand a thing about living
The Moon was shining bright
In a personal crisis emerging

What luck to be at home
Your home still
What luck to be at home
Your home still

What madness that my reality today surpasses my fiction
What peace that you’re here sleeping on my mattress

I was tossing and turning in my sleep
And when dawn broke, I realized
I was surrounded by scorpions and snakes
In the desert, the Middle East, and a Brahmin

What luck to be at home
Your home still
What luck to be at home
Your home still

What madness that my reality today surpasses my fiction
What peace that you’re here sleeping on my mattress

What luck to be at home
Your home still
What luck to be at home
Your home still