Tourists

I felt it in the forest back when I was just a tourist Laughing at the cities made of glass You down by the stream with your million-dollar dream, oh Only two bucks left for gas And your limbs are cardboard Warm, all wrapped around me and You wore my favorite see through dress But you gotta wait for now, child Look outside it is Monday morning Gotta put on your face and get you dressed Oh, woah oh oh oh Oh, woah oh oh oh Down in the sand where we planned and we planned To give the great unwashed a bath All those years ago now before we've come to know that We'd only smell like shit ourselves And your limbs are cardboard Warm, all wrapped around me and You wore my favorite see through dress But you gotta wait for now, child Look outside it is Monday morning Gotta put on your face and get you dressed And it ain't fair that I wait here But you're so good at making money Honey I will be with you there in spirit Oh, somewhere there's a town where all the mice behave like men Oh but they, they would never let us a near it Oh, woah oh oh oh Oh, woah oh oh oh Oh waoaho Oh, woah oh oh oh Oh, woah oh oh oh It ain't fair that I wait here But you're so good at making money Buddy I will be with you there in spirit Oh, somewhere there's a town where all the mice behave like men But they, they would never let us near it But I felt it in the forest back when I was just a tourist Laughing at the cities made of glass Oh, you down by the stream with your million-dollar dream Only two bucks left for gas