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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
Everywhere I go are the tourists
But if you stay with me I'll always be around