songs for tourists some from france they like the ones with weird instruments songs for people that i used to know they send me invites but i never go an ode to heavy eyes too much space too much time to think about this awful place i ve got nothin to prove i ain t nothin but molecules i m doin nothin but wastin words breakin my own rules so i ve broken a heart or two who s to say mine ain t fucked who s to say i mean anything to anyone they re throwin coins in the case i m singin out your name but sayin the truth out loud it just ain t the same we re crossin state lines robbin rich food banks i tried to call you from a payphone last night in some southern state an ode to our traveling band whose home is the time it takes to get from gas stations to the ends of interstates livin in this sleepin bag what city am i in i ve taken advantage i miss my best friend so maybe i ve taken you for granted maybe it s the mind frame i m in none of it means anything you re alone in the end