The air is thick the taxis sit
The motors run and smoke coughs from
The mouth of a city low on fuel
The wind is rough the waves are up
The vendors sweat the heat is wet
The sand burning my bare feet
The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd
Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down
They are we and you are me
When nightfall hits, on the strip
A pretty girl in stolen pearls
She finds her patron for the night
I hold my tongue and walk the other way
I'm just a tourist feeling out of place
The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd
Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down
They are we and you are me
The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd
Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down
They are we and you are me