I Was Never Good With Foreign Lands

For now, let me play with your hands

while I wait for inspiration to strike.

I was never good with foreign lands.

Maybe I’ve made a thousand plans,

(one day I’ll cross America on my bike).

For now, let me play with your hands.

I’ve got ambition great as any man’s,

hell, as strong as the Third Reich—

I was never good with foreign lands.

You know, I grew up in minivans,

just as you, none two were ever alike.

For now, let me play with your hands.

I shed time like I do hair strands,

it was only two years ago I studied Psych.

I was never good with foreign lands.

I think maybe we should just travel, follow bands.

We’ll find one or two we really like.

For now, let me play with your hands,

I was never good with foreign lands.