A visitor, oh
Visitor
Give me a map to myself
I can't ask for directions here, no
There's no one that can help
When I'm lost they say, "Don't you live here?"
"Shouldn't you know, know, know?"
"Shouldn't you know, know, know?"
Shouldn't I know
But I'm just a visitor in my own body
I'm a pedestrian, walking down
The middle of the street
I'm just a tourist in my own home
Surrounded by what should feel familiar
Yet all I know for sure
Is I'll only be just a visitor
A visitor
Give me the key to happiness
I've asked around no one has seemed to find it
They say, that I threw the key away into the leaves
And down I go, just like all the keys I've thrown
I should've known
But I'm just a visitor in my own body
I'm a pedestrian, walking down the
Middle of the street
I'm just a tourist in my own home
Surrounded by what should feel familiar
Yet all I know for sure
Is I'll only be just a visitor
Oh, a visitor
A visitor
And I sink down into the crowd
And watch the faces fade away
From here I see
A third-person mirror
It makes it all clear
I'm a traveling woman on a stationary train
Distance makes it imaginary pain
I finally understand
I know what I am
I know what I am
I'm just a visitor
I'm just a visitor
In my own body
I'm a pedestrian, walking down the
Middle of the street
I'm just a tourist in my own home
Surrounded by what should feel familiar
Yet all I know for sure
Is I'll only be just a visitor
A visitor
A visitor
A visitor