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

And 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

It'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

You know it's not in me tonight

No words, nothing in sight