Blue frame leaning on a stone
Silver bells and I'm alone
Camera clicking in the cold
Stories that are yet untold
The morning air is sharp and thin
Before the city rush begins
I feel the static in my skin
Tangled up in cobblestone
A heavy heart and a dial tone
Spinning wheels in the Roman square
Hanging on a morning prayer
Copper light on cafe glass
Watching all the ghosts just pass
Rusty chain and a broken spoke
City breathing out a smoke
The morning air is sharp and thin
Before the city rush begins
I feel the static in my skin
Tangled up in cobblestone
A heavy heart and a dial tone
Spinning wheels in the Roman square
Hanging on a morning prayer
Black and white in a plastic frame
Every alley looks the same
Tied to metal and the grit
Waiting for the lamp to light
Tangled up in cobblestone
A heavy heart and a dial tone
Spinning wheels in the Roman square
Hanging on a morning prayer
Buses humming down the line
Sipping on a bitter wine
Leather boots and a heavy bag
Watching every spirit lag
Tangled up in cobblestone
A heavy heart and a dial tone
Spinning wheels in the Roman square
Hanging on a morning prayer
One more shot before I go
Moving steady moving slow
Steel and stone and a faded red
Everything I never said
Tangled up in cobblestone
A heavy heart and a dial tone
Spinning wheels in the Roman square
Hanging on a morning prayer
Just a ghost in the Roman square
Keep it rolling, I'm almost there
Cobblestone chrome.