Tourist

Someone left the screen door hanging open 
I can hear the thunder in the room 
It cut our time outside off by an hour 
But you tired out my arm by half past noon 

Laughing with your father at the tv
Your mother calls my mother on the phone 
I feel a certain quiet creeping near me 
c quiet that I hope you never know 

Slow your wheels a while 
Roll down the years like rain on the hills 
Barefoot blue eyed child
We loved you then we love you still 

Everyone you'll meet is just a tourist 
Walking round on ground that's broken in 
With someone else's skyline stretched before us 
Soaking in the light upon our skin

But those church bells in the city haunt ya sweetly
Like voicemails from a loved one who is gone
cnd though it shakes you to your soul to hear them
They remind you of a feeling you forgot 

Buried out back under some garden gnome
With the gemstones and the dog bones 
Lost treasures that you've outgrown 
So you miss ‘em now, so far from home?

Slow your wheels a while
Roll down the years like rain on the hills 
Barefoot blue eyed child
We loved you then we love you still
We loved you then we love you still