The Tourist

She said she hated tourists
But she wanted to travel the world.

Said the best things in life were free
And then worked all day
to feed herself.

She said you never know what
you got until it's gone
And she complained about the rain
like she'd never seen the sun.
She said good things come to those who wait
And then she waited four hours
for a cancelled train.

She said:
You try and catch me

I'll never stop running.

With a pound in my pocket
and my life inside a bag.

You try and catch me

I know where I'm going

I'll be half way round the world
before you even know I'm gone

She said I'm moving on.

She fell in love with a book once;

She fell in love with the page.

She fell in love with the author

Didn't remember his name.

She read your soul weighs nothing
but a lump in your throat
The one's you see less are
the one's you love most.
So she burnt that book and
flew down to the coast.

She said:

You try and catch me

I'll never stop running.

With a pound in my pocket
and my life inside a bag .

You try and catch me

I know where I'm going

I'll be half way round the world
before you even know I'm gone

She said I'm moving on.

So she's sitting on a train with
her bags at her feet
Stories entertain every pair of
ears that she meets.
She's got gold in her soul.

What she wants, nobody knows.

She's got two right feet and
a bag full of clothes.
She's got gold in her soul.

Going nowhere slowly and
that's what she needs
She's on the right track to
where she'd rather be.
She's got gold in her so-oul.

You try and catch me

I'll never stop running.

With a pound in my pocket
and my life inside a bag .

You try and catch me

I know where I'm going

I'll be half way round the world
before you even know I'm gone

She said I'm moving on.