A Black Pilgrim in the Land of Love

I'm like a pilgrim in this land of love,

maybe I have the wood and the cotton and the food and the water,

but who knows how to build a house anyway?

I'm sorry I've wasted our time trying to build a home with cotton cloths and leftover bread,

the wood just didn't smell right to me,

I thought to myself,

"Maybe if we..."

But that's where I should have stopped,

everybody telling me how to make a house...

"Well, maybe if I..."

That's where they cut me off,

nobody likes to make a house out of cloth and leftover bread,

they can't see the benefit of leaving the wood behind,

of making a home out things that don't make sense,

but hey, like I said,

I'm a pilgrim in this land of love,

and they just love telling me how to build my own house...