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 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 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.