Track Insight / Lyrics
Secondhand Cadillac, paint chipped like a rosary
Bucket seats vinyl, duct-taped 'cross the dashboard, baby
Rust stains on the hubcaps, stereo's dead, but he's alive
Smokes a Lucky Strike, '88 model, only goes uphill
In your taxi, Rome's streets are your highway
Cobblestone life, history's mixed up in your driving
Catch a flicker of the tarantula's eyes in the mirror
A hubbub of motion, daybreak unfurls in the distance
Fading muse and ghost, cobblestone secrets whisper
The ancient city's pulse, a funky heart still beats
Food carts gather, merchants warm up their dough
Pigeons dart, Bocca della Verità arms spread wide as lovers
A Vespa buzzes by, Vespa fumes, espresso in a cup
Siesta shenanigans, la dolce vita - the sweet purveyor
In your taxi, Rome's streets are your highway
Cobblestone life, history's mixed up in your driving
Catch a flicker of the tarantula's eyes in the mirror
A hubbub of motion, daybreak unfurls in the distance
Fading muse and ghost, cobblestone secrets whisper
The ancient city's pulse, a funky heart still beats
Rusty rumble, whispers rising, daybreak plays its tune
Horns trumpet dawn, pedal to the floor, foot on the cruise
Through alleys narrow, the wind whispers where you're headed
Through sunbeams stretching, the cafes' umbrellas open
Catch a flicker of the tarantula's eyes in the mirror
A hubbub of motion, daybreak unfurls in the distance
Fading muse and ghost, cobblestone secrets whisper
The ancient city's pulse, a funky heart still beats
Your tale's in the rust, a ghost in the machine
End of the line, before the city's awake
Your legacy's forever, on these cobblestones you've trodden
