Rome Lyrics - Dan Bern

We pulled into Rome 

With blood in our eyes 

After days of travelin' 

Months of lies 

Taking our various 

Turns at the wheel 

Taking booze 

And pot and cigarettes 

Anything not to feel 

No one had slept 

No one had eaten 

Our bodies were bad 

Our spirits were beaten 

Together we dragged 

All of us down 

As we staggered through Rome 

Blaming the town 

Blaming the students 

For worship of others 

Blaming the cops 

And blaming their brothers 

And never quite looking 

Ourselves in the heart 

And minute by minute 

Growing further apart 

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Julia, Julia 

Where have you gone? 

Why have you vanished 

Off of my lawn? 

Julia, Julia 

Where is your truck? 

Where have you driven 

With all of my luck? 

But even old bull fighters 

Their grave stones in sight 

Must search 'till they unearth 

One last bull to fight 

And so it was with us 

So near to the end 

One last story to tell 

One last hill to defend 

One glance to avoid 

One guitar to strum 

One untruth to be told 

One last song to be sung 

And you, the most brilliant 

Most driven, most keen 

Jewel of a bastard 

I ever have seen 

And you and your turn 

A good bitch of the nile 

So real to the end 

Nothing left to defile 

And me in the middle 

Along for the ride 

The unwilling distraction 

From familiocide 

And knowing our weaknesses 

No one refrained 

From picking 

And prodding 

'Till nothing remained 

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Julia, Julia 

Where have you gone? 

Why have you vanished 

Off of my lawn? 

Julia, Julia 

Where is your truck? 

Where have you driven 

With all of my luck? 

And now in this kitchen 

Miles from home 

Miles from anything 

Miles from Rome 

Rome was a bust 

Rome was a scream 

Rome was the final 

Rapid eye movement 

To this dream 

We scattered like leaves 

Like pieces of dust 

Warriors watching 

Their swords and shields rust 

And now as we descend 

To couches and clocks 

To closets and appointments 

Let us drink to the rocks 

Let us drink to the sand 

To the winds which have blowed us 

Let us drink to the rivers 

Let us drink to the road 

And if you travel this far 

From either conscience or greed 

Have one piece of advice 

That I think you should heed 

If ever your travels 

Take you this far from home 

Consult your map carefully 

Stear clear of Rome 

Julia, Julia 

Where have you gone? 

Why have you vanished 

Off of my lawn? 

Julia, Julia 

Where is your truck? 

Where have you driven 

With all of my luck?