Ancient Tourist Songtext
von Will Sheff

Walk away
from any illusion
your mind won′t erase.

Walk away
from an infantile wishing
you could pay it not to change.

Some other season, you were a healer.
You hung your silver scissors,
sang a song of the West.

You could smell the sea,
and you could see a star fall.
It's one those ways that a feeling
can be none of them,
or all.

Pick it up, Joe!
Come along, Cora!
We know something beautiful
is out there for ya,
down in New Mexico.


We′re rolling on.
We're moving on
below the great skies, running.

We're lost and lonely.
Lady, come on,
′cause the wind is humming.

The night is warm and blooming.
We′re only human
and retracing all the movements
of the ancient tourist.

I hum a holy hymn
to nothing special,
so proud I got to be the sacred vessel.

Take a bow, Wayne!
Roll along, Daryl!
You paid your own way
and I'll play you this carol –
I wrote it some years ago.

We′re rolling on.
We're moving all
below the great skies, running.


We′re going hungry, honey.
Come on now,
the rain is drumming.

The night is all-consuming.
We're only human
and exhuming all the movements
of the ancient tourist.

The night is all-consuming.
We′re only human
and resuming all the movements
of the ancient tourist.

Fare thee well,
fare thee well,
pretty days all in a row.
Pretty land,
pretty band –
pretty blossom
that the wind did blow.

Fare thee well,
fare thee well,
pretty days all in a row.
Pretty star,
pretty bar
Pretty far out
with some friends I know.

See you then,
See you then,
pretty days all in a row.
Pretty house,
pretty towns,
pretty mountains where the falcons float.

See you then,
See you then,
pretty days all in a row.
Pretty friends,
pretty land,
pretty great to have a place
that you could go.

(The night is all-consuming.
We're only human,
and renewing all the movements
of the ancient tourist.)