Visitor from Visitor by John Moreland

There was a time I thought I could make the pain stop
I ran every way but forward, I made a flood out of a rain drop
And you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking bout you
Well you still got your nostalgia, and I got my wandering mind

I am a visitor
Everywhere I go, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor

The city’s getting bigger, while the world is getting smaller
I made a ransom note to heaven, I made a dime out of a dollar
And my half measures, well they thrashed me half to death
So you just hang on to your half truths cause I got enough regrets

I am a visitor
Everywhere I’ve been, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor

Times are anything but kind
I’ve been dreaming like there’s
Something there of meaning I could find
But lost and found, round and round I go
Doing every bit I can with what little bit I know
I am a visitor

I’ve been stoned and scared of my reflection
I can see your shifty smirk from the depths of my depression
But I will not be your puppet or your payment
Your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends to me

I am a visitor
On this lonely earth, I am a visitor
Well I don’t need much
But a healing touch
I am a visitor

• Americana
• Country
• alt-country
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Tulsa