| I’m writing you a letter on hotel letterhead | 
| A record of my restlessness before I go to bed | 
| On the other side of midnight, on the far side of the world | 
| I’m sending out a signal, hoping that you heard | 
| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through | 
| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo | 
| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone | 
| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road | 
| I’m writing you a love note, on the center of my palm | 
| Little circles and symbols for every day I’ve been gone | 
| It’s all miracles and magic, it’s as simple as that | 
| Pulling fishes and loaves alike, rabbits from a hat | 
| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through | 
| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo | 
| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone | 
| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road | 
| All the fussin' and the righteous, the bewildered and confused | 
| All the lost and the lonely are leanin' into you | 
| They’re all leanin' into something that they cannot even name | 
| And nobody gets outta here without forever bein' changed | 
| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through | 
| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo | 
| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone | 
| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road | 
| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through | 
| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo | 
| I know how it is, that’s how it goes | 
| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road | 
| And I know how it is | 
| Know how it is | 
| Know how it is | 
| I know how | 
| Know how it is |