Musically, the song draws on swing jazz, nu-folk and Americana...
The song was written and recorded by The Stray Eyelash.
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Lyrically, the song addresses that fish out of water feeling when visiting old haunts after you've moved on in your life...
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Well, I’ve stood among the in crowd
And I felt completely out
And I’ve suffered the original sin crowd
Though I didn’t like to spread it about
I winced at the capacity
Of the all-night parlour flies
And I flinched at the audacity
Of the wilful, so worldly wise
I guess I’m a tourist in my home town
A visitor who plays host
I’m lukewarm in the heat
A part-time weekend ghost
A tourist in my hometown
Non-participant
Measuring out the motions
And wondering what I want
Clap hands, slap backs, blow kisses
It’s all part of the act
Of all those chrysalises
No butterfly emerged intact
Where do they get the money
How do they find the time
What gives them so much energy
To perform such a pantomime
I guess I’m a tourist in my home town
A visitor who plays host
I’m lukewarm in the heat
A part-time weekend ghost
A tourist in my hometown
Non-participant
Measuring out the motions
And wondering what I want
Yes, I’ve been the perennial wallflower
And I’ve been the life and soul
Right now, I wish the ground below
Would open up and swallow me whole
I’ve heard them say what they require
The rumours and remarks
Maybe, we could start a fire
With one of those bright sparks
I guess I’m a tourist in my home town
A visitor who plays host
I’m lukewarm in the heat
A part-time weekend ghost
A tourist in my hometown
Non-participant
Measuring out the motions
And wondering what I want
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