My obersvations of me and Rome
tie me to a theme:
ive been looking for a place
to find myself a better facade.
cuz when i fall short its all i have...
i come from a rushing life
with big cars and big ideals-
and some cut me off
and i blame them for my delay
but in rome i found a hope
even though i didnt see the pope
everyones quick \but not impatient/
its not so much following the rules
but following what they stand for
: and i learn...
When my life is mine
i get obsessive conceit
and nothing else matters-
but when i give my life
to the one who knows
(like the streets of rome)
now i cant go back to dull america
when sharp italy has cut deep
so i'll coin the idea into the fountain
to return home when my credits are transferable
and I'll bring back the one thing in america i missed...
the girl i last kissed