I was born from notebook page
Child's thumb pressed my creased engagement
Piazza Navona holds my frame
Before the chairs get rearranged
Cobblestone wings don't need no sky
Just quiet ground to testify
Tourist feet will crush my pride
But dawn lets me briefly ride
Fountain murmurs Bernini's name
Pigeons strut their morning game
I know every crack and vein
Rain or shine I've seen the rain
Cobblestone wings don't need no sky
Just quiet ground to testify
Tourist feet will crush my pride
But dawn lets me briefly ride
Taxi tires kiss ancient stone
Driver hums a Puccini tone
He knows routes that GPS missed
Life is turns and tight-wound twist
Cobblestone wings don't need no sky
Just quiet ground to testify
Tourist feet will crush my pride
But dawn lets me briefly ride
Cappuccino foam will rise
Wiping sleep from heavy eyes
My paper spine will bend and break
But not before the morning wake
No passport stamps for folded things
Just gravity and spider strings
Yet I've flown further than the jet
In a child's hand I've kissed the sunset
Sweeper brushes I take flight
One last gust of Roman light
Not crashed just landed driver knows
Every end is where it goes
Cobblestone wings don't need no sky
Just quiet ground to testify
Tourist feet will crush my pride
But dawn lets me briefly ride
Cobblestone wings don't need no sky
Just quiet ground to testify
Morning folds its wings on stone
Espresso steam will wake the dawn
