Trip to the unknown

I call and you understand
You call, but no one’s home
In a foreign place, strange land
Call on the phone, no dial tone

A jail cell, prisoner of war
Caught and hung for fun
Or maybe a slave, so sore
Hiking a hill, carrying a ton

Just lonely, crying out for you
No one to call, to cry on
Wondering everyday what to do
I hope you hear this sad girl’s song

On a plane, heading over hills
Over sea and mountains tall
Clouds float by, take some pills
Don’t look down, you might fall

In a foreign land, no money
People who are kind and nice
Sweet and sticky like honey
Sell a special spice

And finally home, a land my own
Familiarities follow my eyes
No more shall I moan
And wait until it dies