Tourist Letra

With open arms all soft and used
Where the waking up is easy
In the bed where no one´s sleeping
A half life you can´t find

It´s more than I could make you hold on to

Let go
Your hands are getting older
It´s not your job to play the warden

It´s more than I could make you hold on to

Slow down
Your roots are showing
And you´re no orphan

Stay calm
Don´t bend your reasons
You´ve been always leaving

If you feel the weight of it
For the day I get the monkey off my back
I plan to be around when the gray hair
Hits the floor below your knees

´´Can´t you see I´m half way back?´´