Firenze

Three A.M., through the streets of Florence
A moped ride
She drives too fast, but I hang on tight because I
I’d never felt peril bear such bliss
Forever been waiting for my film-style kiss
And this could lead to that moment

This is the only place on Earth
Where every day feels as long as it’s worth

Three months pass and I’m at the station
And I’m on board
She says she’d come with if it was something she could afford
Slowly the train, it pulls away
Again like a movie, I’m tempted to stay
As she runs along side it

The skies they turn like pages
The trains don’t run on time
The stone reveals the ages
And somewhere love got left behind

I promised myself I would return
The only question’s when
Maybe on tour or with my bride
Or back to school again
‘Cause nothing reminds you just how much
You’ve left to learn
Like a place where your right to be understood
Must be well earned
And mine’s Firenze

The skies they turn like pages
The trains don’t run on time
The stone survived the ages
And somewhere love got left behind