I rode in the pocket of a tourist from Maine
Got soaked in the rain near the Spanish Steps lane
Now I tumble along where the street cleaners sweep
A faded rectangle the wind gets to keep
The church bells ring at six but I don't pray
I've seen the sun rise every single day
The taxi drivers know the shortcuts home
But I'm just paper drifting on my own
I drift past the fountain where the pigeons sleep
Cobblestones hold secrets buried deep
Espresso steam will wake the city soon
Before the cafes open up at noon
A lover wrote wishes in blue ballpoint ink
The stamps fell off before the postman could blink
Now I kiss the boots of a baker named Paolo
He kicks me aside with a floury halo
The church bells ring at six but I don't pray
I've seen the sun rise every single day
The taxi drivers know the shortcuts home
But I'm just paper drifting on my own
I drift past the fountain where the pigeons sleep
Cobblestones hold secrets buried deep
Espresso steam will wake the city soon
Before the cafes open up at noon
An old cabbie once told me son don't rush the fare
The city breathes slow like a prayer in the air
He wiped his windshield with a newspaper rag
Said Rome wasn't built for a speeding tag
I've crossed oceans stuck in a suitcase side
Seen the Colosseum glow with tourist pride
Now I rest on stones where the cats convene
Waiting for the morning's caffeine scene
I drift past the fountain where the pigeons sleep
Cobblestones hold secrets buried deep
Espresso steam will wake the city soon
Before the cafes open up at noon
The sun climbs high and the square fills with noise
I'm just a ghost of a girl's lost joys
A Vespa zooms past and I catch a breeze
Dancing through the arches of memories
I drift past the fountain where the pigeons sleep
Cobblestones hold secrets buried deep
Espresso steam will wake the city soon
Before the cafes open up at noon
Drifting fading Rome wakes up
Postcard dust in a coffee cup
