When I Paint My Masterpiece Lyrics - Truckin' Up To Buffalo: July 4, 1989 - Grateful Dead

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble 

Ancient footprints are everywhere 

Well you could almost think that you're seein' double 

On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs 

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room 

Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece 

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 

Those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em 

Well, it sure has been a long hard climb 

The train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory 

When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese 

Someday, life will be sweet like a rhapsody 

When I paint my masterpiece 

So I left Rome and I landed in Brussels 

On a plane so bumpy that I almost cried 

Clergymen in uniform, yes and young girl pullin' muscles 

Well, it should have been a long hard ride 

Newspapermen eating candy 

Had to be held down by big police 

Someday, everything is gonna be different 

When I paint my masterpiece, that's right 

Someday, everything is gonna be different 

When I paint my masterpiece 

When I paint my masterpiece