Prepare yourself to swallow all your diamonds and your rings
And all your 'tiquey, shiny, windy things
Don’t scare yourself, the photos in the newspapers are blurred
The radio is broadcasting a word

Beware yourself, the neighbors aren't neighbors anymore
They're leaning with a glass against your door
Take care of yourself and hoist into the air your disbelief
Just go ahead and give yourself relief

Get ready for your inner emigration
Get ready to be alien inside
Consider all your social obligations
The borders of your foreign order bride
You won't ever have to leave your nation
You won’t have to even try
Just make a secret inner emigration
And you won’t ever have to say goodbye

Well Hanna was at home in the Berlin cabarets of '32
But in '33 the weather turned and the brownshirts all turned loose
The rumors they were bad, her Sozi lover Alex was getting scared
He heard his name was on a list for having red friends and brown hair
He wanted to get out and Hanna could have gone with him to his family in Ukraine
But instead, she took a walk out in the rain
Through her Berlin, and thought about how this weather, it would pass
And how things had always worked out in the past
She made a kind of inner emigration
She started to feel alien inside
With all the social marginalization
Her sense of place was starting to be tried
But she couldn't bear abandoning her nation
She didn't want it all to pass her by
So people make their inner emigrations
Till, one by one, they have to say goodbye

Well, Sasha had heard about the emigratzia
And the talk wasn't just in the family anymore
But in the Kharkov streets there was a kind of thaw
"We're going home!" said old Saminsky
When he filed his application to leave
And Anya already had family in Tel Aviv
But Sasha didn’t know:
Two hundred years among Slavs being called "Hebrews,"
He knew they’d only be called "Russians" among the Jews
And then on the Prospekt Lenina ovtobus
He heard the Saminskys lost their apartment and were denied their pass
The weather seemed like it was never going to pass

He chose to make an inner emigration
He chose to keep his alien inside
And all the bureaucratic frustrations
He chose to keep his status bona fide
And what's the bother of finding a new nation?
A border isn't art, it's just a frame
Just make a secret inner emigration
The holy land and exile are the same
Anat was a Sabra
The daughter of a Sephardic Kibbutznik nurse
And a Yekke lawyer from Bonn
She fell in love with Khais
Born in a PLO refugee camp in southern Lebanon
And they married in Cyprus
He almost got arrested living with her family in Ramat Gan
So she tried wrapping her hair and serving coffee with his family in Hebron
But that didn't work either
Then they thought about leaving to live with her cousin David in Brooklyn
But he and his boyfriend Patrick wanted to get married
And were maybe moving to Berlin
So she went to the Jaffa beach and stared at the sea
And thought about how someday all of this would pass
If only she could find someone to help Khais pass

Should she make an inner emigration?
Tell me what you think she should decide
Considering the couple's situation
She'd be better off as someone else's bride
She and he comprise a kind of nation
The kind we build inside when we're alone
But if they just make inner emigrations
Then they'll only have a home when they're at home

Compare yourself
What does this all have to do with you?
How does your experience ring true?
You're where, yourself?
You aren't suffering anyone's regime
You're free to follow every little dream
Be fair to yourself, you needn't be oppressed to feel alone
You don't have to be driven from your home
To spare yourself from feeling like a part of the control
With an internal diplomatic role
So make a kind of inner emigration
It's a kind of shift accomplished easily
We all have made our disassociations
Whether on the job or in our family
And what could be more irrelevant than nations
When everywhere you go, it's buy or sell?
But if we all make only inner emigrations
Then everything will only go to hell