| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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? |
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