Old grease on a silver tray
Wait for the morning light of day
Coffee black and sugar white
I keep the burner burning bright
Humming low beneath the street
Feel the rhythm of the beat
Deep in Rome where shadows run
Racing hard against the sun
Stray hound with a heavy chain
Tugging through the midnight rain
Scent of leather, scent of old
Stories that the alleys hold
Cold tiles in a narrow hall
Writing on a limestone wall
Waking up the sleeping town
Before the golden curtain's down
Humming low beneath the street
Feel the rhythm of the beat
Deep in Rome where shadows run
Racing hard against the sun
Underneath the cafe chair
Heavy static in the air
Iron pipes and rusty wire
Feeding on a hidden fire
Flip the eggs and pour the brew
Wait for all the faces new
Cobblestones begin to shake
While the tired city starts to wake
Humming low beneath the street
Feel the rhythm of the beat
Deep in Rome where shadows run
Racing hard against the sun
Humming in the stone
Humming in the stone
Racing the sun
Racing the sun