Audio by album tourist_on_the_run_reference_cd_01

This Isn't It


5:15 minutes (5.4 MB)

in this day and age, my dear, fear is a very good basis for a relationship
please stop sneaking around me like an animal; you know the kind of world i want
i know love’s reality
in the meantime, let me pin this one on you
you’re very sure of yourself
where i’m going, nobody smells of soap
you tripped over your own shoelaces
i told you about the kind of world i live in. and this isn’t it
i’m tired of being the funniest guy in the room

You


4:44 minutes (4.92 MB)

You remind me of me
And I remind me of you
Yes, I remind you of me
And you remind me of you

When I walk this planet
I want to be here with you

You remind me of him
He reminds me of you
You remind him of her
I remind her of you

She reminds me of him
He reminds her of you
You remind him of me
You remind me of you

When I walk this planet
I want to be here with you

When night becomes day
And black becomes white
And truth becomes fiction
And wealth becomes blight

When blood becomes water
And milk becomes wine
When sand becomes satin
The mundane, the divine

Riding The Rails


3:52 minutes (4.14 MB)

do you remember when
we’d pack up the car
in the quiet light
of the fading night
we'd follow the waning star

it was simpler then;
we’d roam near and far
puppy in the back
you keeping track
of every make of car

on shimmering highways
so blissfully free
searching for an asylum in the sun
thirsty for mystery

riding the rails of the contrails
our senses implode
in binary code
and explanation fails

on shimmering highways
so blissfully free
searching for an asylum in the sun
thirsty for mystery

dad lights a cigarette;

Tourist On The Run


4:07 minutes (4.36 MB)

The flags are out, the banners flung
Saying “We have won...
“We all want to welcome you
To our boundless fun”

The mayor waves as he rushes by
On his way to the bank
The local color is on the prowl
The one they call “The Crank”

Oh, in the shadows of the sun
Oh, I’m just a tourist on the run

The sunglasses vendor
Is hiding in the street
The harbormaster lists on by
Because you know his job is complete

The aliens are staring
The natives staring, too
I’m all alone on my way to the moon
And I just don’t know what to do

Oh, in the shadows of the sun