Rome

I was a backseat driver scared to steer my head clean

Like a state speech champ too afraid to speak

I didn’t know who I was or where to be

And it went on and it went on on and on

I was a good-guy huckster stuck without a con

A tenor in the choir that couldn’t sing out loud

A two-faced liar seeking honest love

And it went on and it went on on and on

You turned me around now we’re building a home

And filling it up with stills from long ago

Growing a garden of nights and of mornings

And it goes on and it goes on on and on

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running together

You turned me around now we’re building a home

And filling it up with stills from long ago

Growing a garden of nights and of mornings

And it goes on and it goes on on and on

Throughout every iteration

Despite every dumb point of view

Even though my lacking conversation

Embarrasses me and you

We’re building up our house of past lives

I hold each one a little too tight

And it goes on and it goes on on and on

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running together

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running together

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running together

Wherever else we go

We’ll still be running around Rome

Wherever else we go

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