Open-ended, parting on a note

it never rang and barely ever spoke to

anyone baring the slightest peace of mind,

cause if it did, there'd be no fingerprints to find

or forget. dont' have the money and you know it'd be well spent,

keeping tabs on whichever family tree, ready to furnish an identity

because

Relative is relative,

relative's not relevant in my case

and my case is

not closed and open to interpretation or a point of view

you can guess you can't know

that foreign stays foreign till found

mother, what's in a name? more than that,

why can't mine be found?

i'm sick of home, it's just a contest now,

where how can I top or put you down in your place

because

Relative is relative and relative's not relevant in my case

and my case is

not closed and open to

interpretation or a point of view

you can guess, you can't know

that foreign stays foreign till found.

and if all else fails, I can take that flight to the town I was born, where you still might be staying

laying low and saving face.

think it goes without saying, this goes without saying

at least, I tried.