Stranger in a Foreign Land

I live as a stranger in a foreign land In the desert of my bed I make my way across the sand The river runs dry from the bed unto the shore I'm so thirsty for the water I have never drank before It's a time for prayer when prayer alone affects so little change I'm lost in the desert but I'm waiting for the rain I've come to the understanding things will never be the same I'm lost in the desert but I'm waiting for the rain Return to me, Return to me I will return to you Return to me, Return to me I will return to you My love if you have water I'll drink until you're dry I'll steal it from your garden until all your flowers die I cried just like the river cried when divided from the sea Then as it ever was, so again it shall be Return to me, Return to me I will return to you Return to me, Return to me I will return to you Whenever I am thirsty, there is no well to drink Whenever I am lonely, bed is empty as the bank I'm parched, I'm hungry, no bread, no rice No water, no money, may I live without a price May I live without a price No water, no money, may I live without a price May I live without a price