I Will Not Return as a Tourist
Lately I've been feeling so strange
Wake up dreaming of cheap love and aeroplanes
I could never take what I needed
Our moments of pleasure were fleeting
And lately I've been feeling so cruel,
this weak plastic portrait painted of you
I could never draw out a meaning
Nothing more than a dishonest feeling
But you know it's not in me tonight
No words, nothing in sight
And lately I've been feeling so restless
I drove to a small town last weekend just to see where my head is
It's not here
All I found was a lounge with a jazz singer
"Blue Velvet"
But how high
Do we need to get before we see
We're stuck on the ground?
I've been saving money
For a greyhound ticket
And I swear I'll be getting out soon
You know I love you,
But you know it's not in me tonight
No words, nothing in sight
Then I broke down
Lost my keys but found my wallet on the nightstand
Spent the night in someone else's bed
I can't stand
Spending nights away from home,
But that's all that I've been doing
Then I woke up
With the city on my mind
I can't keep up with my mind
It's always rushing to the next love
But when I return I swear it will not be as a tourist
Will not be as a tourist.
Wake up dreaming of cheap love and aeroplanes
I could never take what I needed
Our moments of pleasure were fleeting
And lately I've been feeling so cruel,
this weak plastic portrait painted of you
I could never draw out a meaning
Nothing more than a dishonest feeling
But you know it's not in me tonight
No words, nothing in sight
And lately I've been feeling so restless
I drove to a small town last weekend just to see where my head is
It's not here
All I found was a lounge with a jazz singer
"Blue Velvet"
But how high
Do we need to get before we see
We're stuck on the ground?
I've been saving money
For a greyhound ticket
And I swear I'll be getting out soon
You know I love you,
But you know it's not in me tonight
No words, nothing in sight
Then I broke down
Lost my keys but found my wallet on the nightstand
Spent the night in someone else's bed
I can't stand
Spending nights away from home,
But that's all that I've been doing
Then I woke up
With the city on my mind
I can't keep up with my mind
It's always rushing to the next love
But when I return I swear it will not be as a tourist
Will not be as a tourist.
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Writer(s): Michele Visser
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