He's Not From Here

When he's back home
He doesn't drive
Gets rides from guys
He sees on the side

In other towns
He's just a clown
But here, he's exotic
That erotic element known as--

Not From Here

He doesn't have to drive
You'll pick him up
And make sure his friend's couch
Gets a night off
While you get him off
And feel like you're fucking a star
When you're just fucking a tourist
Who forgot
To bring
His camera

But you feel special
Because he's not from here

You can show him to friends
Like something you picked up
In a gift shop somewhere

'Look!  When you hold him upside down
The mystery swirls around him!'

And he can write upside down
Like an astronaut pen
And send you postcards
When he gets back home

To Gnome, or Cedar Rapids
Or Houston or Cheyenne

Not Paris or London
Like you tell your friends

Not anywhere you couldn't buy
A hundred dollar plane ticket to
If you were actually interested
In something more
Than an out-of-town whore

Who needs someone to buy him drinks
And think he's fascinating
Because that's a crucial part
Of his vacationing

Being someone
That impresses people
If only
For a brief
Amount of time

But you don't let that sit
On your mind

You don't why
But something about that guy
Just makes you feel
Alive

Maybe because you've been stuck in this rut
Of a gut of a town
For so damn long
Anything that resembles
An unseen color
A different shade
A Made in Another Place sticker
Makes your heart go quicker
And that's how you wind up
Buying him beer

He's not from here

And it's not that you like him
Or want him
Or need him

It is what you fear

It's not where he's from
It's that you hate it here