Standin' in the middle of a Roman street. Marble dust all over my feet. Bearded masses at the gates. Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late. . Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay.
Must be a cold front coming. Cause I saw the eastbound C&O. And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow. And that boy'll drive me crazy. Don't know what I'll do with him.