Just tell me how can I follow You back home I trust you to guide me But you’re too sick to go Oh no feelings involved when leaving this way Hopes couldn’t get any higher as we Packed our bags to go With no hope for a visa So we’re left out in the cold No feelings involved when you’re cheated this way No Feelings involved when we’re treated this way Feelings for our border guard The leaves here turned in September They were beautiful But they long since have fallen And we’re too sick to know No feelings involved we’re a pitiful lot Passing through scenes of hideous want Trying to forget our own Longing for home Aimlessly Wandering Lost in echoes And we’re all too sick to know