Pardon?
Hey, are you from Ghana?
Am I from Ghana?
Ghana, Ghana, Ghana, Ghana.
Doesn't ring a bell.
Ghana?
No.
I grew up in the south.
I saw someone call you.
I've never been to Ghana before.
No.
Yeah.
I grew up here.
Never been to Ghana.
No.
A queer, queer.
Is that a guardian name?
Yeah.
Doesn't ring a bell.
Sorry.
Not from Ghana.
You walked in with your suitcase too big to hold.
Your smile lit up the room like neon
gold.
New words fell from your lips like a mystery told.
You're a strange student from
across the sea.
You're a puzzle piece that fits perfectly.
I don't know your past, but
I feel your vibe.
You're a little bit lost, but so alive.
Your stories sound like postcards,
torn and worn.
Every accent you speak feels like a new song born.
You say bonjour and laugh when it comes out wrong.
I teach you slang,
you teach me style,
but two worlds meeting for a while.
You're a strange student from across the sea.
You're a puzzle piece that fits perfectly.
I don't know your past, but I feel your vibe.
You're a little bit lost, but so alive.
I teach you slang,
you teach me style,
but two worlds meeting for a while.
You're a strange student from across the sea.
You're a puzzle piece that fits perfectly.
I don't know your past, but I feel your vibe.
You're a little bit lost, but so alive.
Maps and clocks don't mean a thing.
When hearts connect, time starts to sing.
You showed me life beyond my street.
Now every goodbye feels bittersweet.
You're a strange student from across the sea.
You're a puzzle piece that fits perfectly.
I don't know your past, but I feel your vibe.
You're a little bit lost, but so alive.
Maps and clocks don't mean a thing.
When hearts connect, time starts to sing.
You showed me life beyond my street.
Now every goodbye feels bittersweet.