Cool marble wakes beneath his boot heels
Twin suns bleed gold on travertine
He carries iron dust and old steel
No pilgrim prayer no saint design
Cobblestone dawn holds its breath
Twin suns rise slow over death
Gunslinger sits where saints have knelt
Morning waits for cards he dealt
Fountain water mirrors chrome and leather
Espresso steam will wake the square
He counts the steps measures the weather
No confession left for morning prayer
Cobblestone dawn holds its breath
Twin suns rise slow over death
Gunslinger sits where saints have knelt
Morning waits for cards he dealt
Pedal steel cries through ancient arches
Harmonica breathes through stone corridors
Upright bass walks where legion marched
Shadows stretch while daylight burns
Cobblestone dawn holds its breath
Twin suns rise slow over death
Gunslinger sits where saints have knelt
Morning waits for cards he dealt
He came from dunes where sand sings hymns
Now rests on Peter's ancient floor
Two suns align on borrowed limbs
The piazza waits for something more
Café chairs unlock from iron chains
Barista wipes the copper gleam
He tips his hat ignores the stains
Rome absorbs another dream
Cobblestone dawn holds its breath
Twin suns rise slow over death
Gunslinger sits where saints have knelt
Morning waits for cards he dealt
Cobblestone dawn holds its breath
Twin suns climb high over death
Cobblestones remember