The air is thick the taxis sit The motors run and smoke coughs from The mouth of a city low on fuel The wind is rough the waves are up The vendors sweat the heat is wet The sand burning my bare feet The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down They are we and you are me When nightfall hits, on the strip A pretty girl in stolen pearls She finds her patron for the night I hold my tongue and walk the other way I'm just a tourist feeling out of place The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down They are we and you are me The sound of the ocean invoking the crowd Their heads turn to notice the moment slows down They are we and you are me