Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestones cold under dawn's first gray
Espresso machines sleep, no steam today
A hound lies curled on the piazza stone
Dreams of the chase, but hunts alone
Morning light creeps past the fountain's rim
No tourists yet, just the ghost of him
Ears like worn leather, nose to the grind
Waiting for scraps that the wind left behind
Roman stray, Roman stray
Rest your bones before the café day
Roman stray, Roman stray
The square is yours 'til the shutters sway
He once ran hills where the boar would root
Now he guards the gelato vendor's boot
Collar frayed from a master's hand
No whistle calls from the olive land
Roman stray, Roman stray
Rest your bones before the café day
Roman stray, Roman stray
The square is yours 'til the shutters sway
A Vespa coughs on the narrow lane
He lifts his head, ignores the pain
One eye opens, amber and deep
Promises the night watch to keep
Roman stray, Roman stray
Rest your bones before the café day
Roman stray, Roman stray
The square is yours 'til the shutters sway
The cook knows hunger, knows the graveyard shift
Wipes his hands on a greasy rift
Sees the dog, sees the same old fight
Survive the dark, greet the morning light
Shutters clang, the aroma spreads
Cappuccino foam on porcelain heads
He rises slow, a king of dust
Licks a crumb from the marble crust
Roman stray, Roman stray
Rest your bones before the café day
Roman stray, Roman stray
The square is yours 'til the shutters sway
Roman stray, own the day
Piazza wakes, the hound moves on
His breakfast served before the dawn
