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