The Alabanda Breviary - Rome

To the end of the night in hopes to find that warming glow

I kept heading for the lights and anything they would show

Gun and bullet, pen and ink, I guess I wanted to know

Just how much of a stink on can kick up at one throw

And I saw them…

All the roads we dream and never go

All the wounds we bear and never show

Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while

Now that I ran out on you

I ran out on words and of time

Do not scorn me with a love so bitter, do not weep when I fall

Did you fine men ever consider that a dream was the cause of it all?

Gun and bullet, pen and ink, I guess I wanted to know

Oh, just how much of a stink on can kick up at one throw

And I saw them…

All the roads we dream and never go

All the wounds we bear and never show

Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while

Now that I ran out on you

I ran out on words and of time

All the roads we dream and never go

All the wounds we bear and never show

Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while

Now that I ran out on you

I ran out on words and of time