Julian Casablancas - Tourist

I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up.
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm.

I feel like a tourist, out in the country.
Once this small world was all countryside.
Feel like a tourist in the big city.
Soon I will simply evaporate.

I took the strings up north.
The drums down south.
I take it across to Afghanistan,
A long time ago.
Shuffling your feet into the next dimension.
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere.

I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs.
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl.
Feel like a lover out on the ocean.
Feel like a tear drop streamin' 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 or demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this sand... a thousand generations.

Feel like a tourist out in the desert.
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath.
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland.
This world is just patches of water and land.
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist,
But if you stay with me I'll always be at home.

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Thématique :Jazz / Blues | Tags :desert plan country water dimension clouds julian afghanistan tourist suburbs casablancas swampland

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