He says sin chow way too slow She says hello but steals the show
He thinks seven means on time She's already there by nine
He can't handle chili heat She says just try, he starts to sweat
He says wow, that's kinda spicy She laughs, that's baby level, yeah
Different clocks and different slang Different ways to say hang
But somehow we meet halfway And laugh the shock away
Expats and locals side by side Culture bumps but nothing to hide
From flood at dawn to beer at night We're learning wrong and learning right
Mispronounced words, friendly grin Every mix-up pulls us in
Different roots, same sky That's how friendships multiply
He thinks Ted's just a term for long-haired man
She explains red envelopes He Googles how to fold the notes
He wears sandals in the rain She says you'll slip, he does again
He tries to bargain way too late She whispers that's not how we negotiate
Awkward pauses, funny looks Learning not from apps but books
Share, taste, steam, living in the in-between
Expats and locals hand-in-hand Figuring out what we don't understand
From motorbike rides to mountain mist Some things you can't resist
Different jokes and different spice Different ways to give advice
But somewhere in the laugh We build something that will last
One says I'll text, one says I'll call One brings fruit, one brings nothing at all
But no one keeps the score That's what community's for
Expats and locals growing strong Singing slightly different songs
From culture shock to culture spark Lighting up the mountain dark
If we trip, we trip together Through the highlands, changing weather
Different paths, one beat That's how the whole world feels complete
He says sin chow way too slow She says hello but steals the show
He thinks seven means on time She's already there by nine
He can't handle chili heat She says just try, he starts to sweat
He says wow, that's kinda spicy She laughs, that's baby level, yeah
Different clocks and different slang Different ways to say hang
But somehow we meet halfway And laugh the shock away
Expats and locals side by side Culture bumps but nothing to hide
From flood at dawn to beer at night We're learning wrong and learning right
Mispronounced words, friendly grin Every mix-up pulls us in
Different roots, same sky That's how friendships multiply
He thinks Ted's just a term for long-haired man
She explains red envelopes He Googles how to fold the notes
He wears sandals in the rain She says you'll slip, he does again
He tries to bargain way too late She whispers that's not how we negotiate
Awkward pauses, funny looks Learning not from apps but books
Share, taste, steam, living in the in-between
Expats and locals hand-in-hand Figuring out what we don't understand
From motorbike rides to mountain mist Some things you can't resist
Different jokes and different spice Different ways to give advice
But somewhere in the laugh We build something that will last
One says I'll text, one says I'll call One brings fruit, one brings nothing at all
But no one keeps the score That's what community's for
Expats and locals growing strong Singing slightly different songs
From culture shock to culture spark Lighting up the mountain dark
If we trip, we trip together Through the highlands, changing weather
Different paths, one beat That's how the whole world feels complete