I am the stone beneath his feet
The gray cold skin of every street
He waits beside the locked iron door
He paces on my ancient floor
Wait for the light to hit the wall
Wait for the morning coffee call
A lonely hound in a golden town
Where the heavy velvet curtains frown
He smells the yeast from the baker's vent
A salty breeze with a citrus scent
His paws are worn and his coat is thin
He waits for the city day to begin
Wait for the light to hit the wall
Wait for the morning coffee call
A lonely hound in a golden town
Where the heavy velvet curtains frown
The fountain drips in a steady beat
He shivers soft in the early heat
A piece of bread on a dirty tile
He watches the world for a little while
Wait for the light to hit the wall
Wait for the morning coffee call
A lonely hound in a golden town
Where the heavy velvet curtains frown
The metal keys turn inside the lock
The pigeons fly from the ticking clock
A friendly hand reaches for his head
The hunger stops and the fear is dead
Wait for the light to hit the wall
Wait for the morning coffee call
A lonely hound in a golden town
Where the heavy velvet curtains frown
He is home now
The Roman Square
