Turista

You know how it is
No one is a prophet in their own land
Why do I feel like a tourist in my own mind
Who knows?

So just let me wander around
Checkout isn't until tomorrow
Let's make the most of it, 'cause in seven years
Everything changes

Then I won't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
I don't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
I don't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
Who I used to be was left behind

I know I've stagnated
I let myself be carried away
From myself, from myself, from myself
The souvenirs I had
Were from another era
The mind changes, but the habits never do

So come wander around
Until the itinerary ends
Let's make the most of it, 'cause in seven years
You move away

Then I won't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
I don't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
I don't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
Who I used to be was left behind

We have to make the most of it
Our time is going to run out
Because tomorrow I'm someone else
I am someone else
I am someone else

I don't know myself
I don't know myself
I don't know myself anymore
(Ooh, yeah)

I don't know myself
I don't know myself, ooh, ooh
Who I used to be stayed back there