I was walking home
4 in the morning
Somewhere in Florence
The echo of the cobblestone
Makes me feel less alone
What side of the bridge am I on?

“It doesn't matter” I said
“Where the roads takes me”

The guy from the bar
From the South of Spain
Was bitter and innane
We stumbbled along
Til we couldn't get along
I'm glad I haven't seen him since then

“It doesn't matter” I said
“Where the roads takes me”

The painter I met
He's close to his death
I promised I'd visit again
But I let it go
2 years ago
When I left Florence