The Tourist

American buffalo made on the plains
Tall sky crying tears of rain
Something colossal this way strides
And here comes the tourist with his curious eye

Slumbering sidewalks are starting to shake
Leather cat talking 'bout a fox and a snake
Change is coming and we all know why
And here comes the tourist with his head in the sky

Smells like revolution in the air
Feels like revolution everywhere

Love and lovemaking like medicine flow
There are clouds, there are castles in the afterglow
The ramparts of evening all the colours of light
And here comes the tourist engraving the night

Moon's under shadow, the sun's underground
Everybody's looking for next year's sound
Trophets and gurus closing out of the seams
And here comes the tourist recording the scene

Smells like revolution in the air
Feels like revolution everywhere

I stepped outside of my mind
And found myself in the land
Where everyting is the first of it's kind

Days fall like dominoes down on the street
The change has come but it's incomplete
A new dark rises as the old one falls
And here comes the tourist photographing it all

Things blow together, things fall apart
The only sure bet is a faithful heart
From the spiritual sun to the trailer park
Time's an imposter but he's all we've got
And here comes the tourist for one more shot

Smells like revolution in the air
Feels like revolution everywhere

(Na na na)
(Na na na)
(Na na na)
(Na na na)