Lyrics / The Wondering Traveler
Marrakech
Red city breathing, lanterns like stars I came with a map, I left with scars Coins in my pocket, dust in my jeans I’m living my life in between, in between Jemaa el Fna got smoke in the air Spice on my tongue and a stare in my stare Gold on the wrist of a man in a suit Barefoot kid with a plastic flute Monuments tall like they never fall But the alleyway hunger still lives in the wall I buy mint tea, I buy a small calm Trying to fix what I cannot solve I watch the rich walk light on the ground I watch the broke turn pain into sound And every prayer hits the sky, then it falls Right back on the street where the night never stalls Marrakech, hold my heart, don’t break it Neon and sand, I can’t fake it I’m a middle traveler, lost but awake Love in my chest, loss in my luggage Marrakech, I feel the spirit move In the crowd, in the heat, in the rooftop groove If there’s a god in the noise and the dust Meet me right here, in between, in between Leather and copper, the market sings Hands reach out with invisible strings Perfume, incense, smoke, and time A stranger smiles like a warning sign A palace door with a velvet guard Two streets away, life hits hard I see a man count bills, calm and clean I see a mother count breaths, unseen I don’t judge, I just take it in Every face got a private sin Every street got a holy side And a dark little corner you cannot hide Marrakech, hold my heart, don’t break it Neon and sand, I can’t fake it I’m a middle traveler, lost but awake Love in my chest, loss in my luggage Marrakech, I feel the spirit move In the crowd, in the heat, in the rooftop groove If there’s a god in the noise and the dust Meet me right here, in between, in between Red wall, night call, prayer in the air Lantern glow, slow flow, eyes everywhere Suit rich, gold stitch, soft hands, cold lips Back street, bare feet, hope hangs, no grip I pay for a story, I tip for a smile I walk past a throne, then I walk past a child I came for the view, got truth instead City like fire, city in my head Can you get louder than this Can you get louder than this Woahhhhh Marrakech, hold my heart, don’t break it Neon and sand, I can’t fake it I’m a middle traveler, lost but awake Love in my chest, loss in my luggage Marrakech, I feel the spirit move In the crowd, in the heat, in the rooftop groove If there’s a god in the noise and the dust Meet me right here, in between, in between I’ll leave, but I’ll stay in the sound Marrakech, spinning me round