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
Oh, I’m just a tourist on the run

I’m scuffling through an avian world
Shuffling feathers on the ground
Hanging out for another day
Just waiting around

I look into a window
A haunted face I do see
A sanctified Black Widow
Calling out to me
(and she say)

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