Track Insight / Lyrics
Early morning fog sits low on Tiber
Taxi engine coughs, I start to shiver
Deckhand walks the gangway, counting slow
Cobblestones remember every toe
Footsteps echo on the Roman stone
Counting each before the cafes own
Dawn breaks light on Trastevere
Numbers fade when people appear
Ferry horn blows low across the water
Meter clicks like father teaching daughter
Seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five
Morning wakes the city alive
Footsteps echo on the Roman stone
Counting each before the cafes own
Dawn breaks light on Trastevere
Numbers fade when people appear
My meter runs but passenger is none
Just pigeons cooing at the rising sun
He taps his clipboard, marks the tally down
Tourist season wears a paper crown
Coffee steam will rise from copper pots
Locals argue over parking spots
But now the square belongs to him alone
Counting bones of ancient Rome
Wipers swipe the condensation clear
Another shift begins its daily gear
He nods at me, I nod back in kind
Two workers reading dawn's first sign
Footsteps echo on the Roman stone
Counting each before the cafes own
Dawn breaks light on Trastevere
Numbers fade when people appear
Espresso machines begin to scream
Tourists waking from an American dream
My fare arrives, a briefcase and a coat
He's finished counting, stepping on the boat
Footsteps echo on the Roman stone
Counting each before the cafes own
Dawn breaks light on Trastevere
Numbers fade when people appear
Footsteps echo on the Roman stone
Counting each before the cafes own
Meter drops, the day begins
Rome wakes up and loses wins
