Third Verse Same as the First

I am from A Land where Roosters call at any hour and day breaks over and over again.

I am from A Land of Peaches, sometimes sweet, sometimes a little rotten (though never to the core).

I am from A land where the natives speak of durst and someping, of hitted and lemalade.

I am from A land of tinker toy towers and houses made of sheets.

I am from A land I built myself; a foreign place.

Here I am.