Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Aged footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you′re seein' double
On a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I′ve got me a date with pretty little girl from Greece
She promised she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin′ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ′em
It sure has been a long hard climb
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
Sailin′ 'round the world in a dirty gondola
Sure wish I hadn′t sold my old Victrola
Ain't nothing like to that good old rock ′n' roll
I left Rome and pulled into Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
