Could be everywhere you've been Falling somewhere in between The lines from place to place Could be everything you see In this tragic comedy Of smiles
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
Hey, mister, would you like my sister Her name is juanita, I think. you'd like to meet her. She's a little bit risky, Drinking always whiskey. But she
THE TOURIST Writer Wynn Stewart and Curtis Leach Copyright 1965 I was just a tourist out on the great white way Where lights make night as bright as
like you dreamed? Mamma, there's a hole in the life we've made Thousands of people laughing in the shade Pointing their fingers at the mess we've made There's a tourist
There's a spanner in the works you know You gotta step up your game to make to the top so go, oh Got a little competition now, you're going to find it
Another Saturday, another careless move Tell the world that you're thinking of what to do A window opens up and someone calls your name But I can tell
It starts in the theater A night of encounters If I hadn't been there If not for a cigarette And you could see it change Look past the blinding light
You won't believe what I tell you White coats and clever minds will choose You get a lot from this loose tongue and arrogance It's not appropriate, don
In a few weeks, I will get time To realize it's right before my eyes And I can take it, if it's what I want to do I am leaving, this is starting To feel
I was wrong, I take it back Now can we get along? Give up the slack You know it all could be much easier But I'm still traveling, I'm still traveling
And she spoke words That would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom To the basement people, to the basement Many surprises await you In the
Low in our hearts We're low in our heads All in good time Do you want it? Do you want it? Do you want it all? Do you want it? Do you want it? Do you
Feel something right And feel something good 'Cause if one thing works You might know it's true, it's true 'Cause if this is the life This is the life
You would look a little better, don't you know? If you just wore less make-up But it's hard to realize when you're sky high Fighting off the spaceships
Take all your chances while you can You never know when they'll pass you by Like a sum the mathematician cannot solve Like me trying my hardest to explain
Fire on the hill Fire in me still I feel out of my league But you turn around and you say to me that I love everybody here And I agree I love everybody
Out of energy I don't know what to do with myself Made it eventually And now I'm restin' on the very last breath And all I needed was this one To get