Tara in Rhodes,losing her clothes
And every minute is a laugh
Dancing in bars, sitting in cars
She always steals the photograph
In the Greek arms, he'll do her no harm
Promising he just wants to say something
They're all the same, this is a game
And they only want one thing

Heavenly scenes, landscape of dreams
Tara travels very well
Tells you the names of each mountain range
But not the luxury hotel
She'll say that despite the views it's not quite
Like waking in France to the sound of church bells
She always knows the places to go
And they're always somewhere else

You should hear her India story
Poor men in their native glory
Puts them in her suitcase, takes them home with her

Tara re-born, greeting the dawn
Catching the spirits coming down
Innocent youth, seeking the truth
And the world waits to be found
And though it's true you've seen that place too
She got there first and she has some great plans
Next summer again she'll be on the plane
To go collecting new lands