Holy Land

And you are looking through my house
Young man, that’s a nice tan
An empty room, the lights turned out
I am a careful man
A friendly smile, what do you do
Oh that must be, that must be nice
There’s something in your face, something in your face
I recognize
I know you, I know your name
You say you come from the Holy Land
A man is just a man just the same
You say I’m not who you think I am
We were born on different sides
With the same hearts, the same minds
You use words like occupied
I don’t, but I
Do know you, I know your name
You say you come from the Holy Land
A man is just a man just th same
You say I’m not who you think I am
And now it’s time you go
High time, high tim
Within a week I’ll let you know
But we both know this is goodbye