Alanis Morissette

I start up in the north I grow from special seed
I sprinkle it with sensibility
from French and Hungarian snow
I linger in the sprouting until my engine's full
Then I move across the sea
To European bliss
To language of poets
As I cut the cord of home
I kiss my mother's mother
look to the horizon
wide eyed, new ground
humbled by my new surroundings
I am a citizen of the planet
My president is kwan yin
My frontier is on an airplane
my prisons: homes for rehabilitating
Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but
everything is different
So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded
by callings from beyond
So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred