By nine o'clock, the roads were packed
In the harbor, she lay still and black
A passport worn, an old photograph
God knows where we came from last
Are we the ones to make it through
With just enough to see it through
If we survive another day
We'll be lucky if the motor plays
Over oceans, over seas
A stranger in your land on my knees
Is there hope in the promised land
Or just cold streets and empty hands
The motor coughs, the night is black
No turning now, no going back
I fear they'll hear our beating hearts
But we must go before it starts
Forty nights and forty days
We drift in hope through endless waves
On the horizon, neon gleams
Is this the land of all our dreams
Over oceans, over seas,
A stranger in your land on my knees
Is there hope in the promised land
Or just cold streets and empty hands
We left behind all we could hold
Our loves, our lives, the stories told
The streets aren't gold, they're dark and bare
We found no welcome waiting there
They say, "This land is not for you"
But what else could we ever do
Over oceans, over seas
Still a stranger in your land on my knees
Working hard to meet our needs
Breaking down for all your dreams
Over oceans, over seas
We came with hope, we came in peace
But this land is only for the right kind
And I'm just a shadow left behind