They're lurking at each stop: a sea of expatriate
Americans who will reveal their ignorance with zeal
They natter at me in their unbroken English
Then indulge in outdoor drinking sprees "just for the novelty."
Stars in this tourist sky
Bleached out by city lights again
Coins weigh down my pockets with their elusive value
And it makes me to spend them all on more alcohol
Until I can barely stand. Until my landscape is not land
Just the sounds of pa**ing things. Just remembering...
Stars in the swollen sky
Reach out for you tonight, again
These countries pa**ing like a film unspooled by hand
Coloured by your absence
I... suddenly I'm learning how
Something that makes a constant sound
Becomes a default silence then
As it repeats again and again and again
Stars in another sky
Shine for your distant eyes, again