I wish air clouds could hold me up Like I thought as a child, growing up I wish I could sound Soothing as the rainfall But I am only, a drop from the storm
Feel like a tourist out in the country Once this whole world was all countryside Feel like a tourist in the big city Soon I will simply evaporate
The streams up north The drums down south They take across afganistan A long time ago You're shuffling your feet into the next dimension Soon skyscrapers, will be everywhere
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs Soon our whole world will be up in sprawl Feel like a lover along the ocean Feel like a teardrop streaming off your chin
Some will bet against you Try even to prevent you But not many can stop you man If you got a perfect plan
Can they possibly try Demand to know why They would bow to you In this sad thousand generations
Feel like a tourist out in the desert Somehow it feels like the devil's breath Feel like a tourist out in this swampland This world is just of water and land