Sig Paulson: Music
Backyard Tourists
(Sig Paulson)
Backyard Tourists
She drives her car a little off the wall
Leaves the sun roof open in the rainfall
She says, “ where do I turn”
“When will I ever learn?”
She lies back on the couch and says, “It’s relative.”
“Clocks are man-made and insensitive”.
“Let’s pretend we’re at a matinee,
on a summer Sunday and it’s my birthday.”
I don’t love her ‘cause she turned out to be just
who I thought she ought to be
I love her ‘cause she’s strong enough to be herself,
and let me be me
If you love me send me postcards
‘cause we’re all tourists in each others backyards
Tryin’ to catch the local flavor
Don’t do me any favors
I don’t love her ‘cause she turned out to be just
who I thought she ought to be
I love her ‘cause she’s strong enough to be herself,
and let me be me
She shouts at the waves that crash ashore
Says they’re too loud and many to ignore
But when the sun sets on the sand
She says come hold my hand
I don’t love her ‘cause she turned out to be just
who I thought she ought to be
I love her ‘cause she’s strong enough to be herself,
and let me be me