When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You can almost think that you're seein' double On a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stair Got to hurry on back to my hotel room Gonna wash my clothes, scrape off all the grease Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for awhile Gonna stay right there 'till I paint my masterpiece Well, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum Dodgin' lions with a mean and hungry look Those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em I could see 'em comin', I could read their faces like a book Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop followin' a pack of wild geese Someday, everything going to be different When I paint, when I paint my masterpiece Sailin' round the world full of crimson and clover Sometime I feel just like my cup is runnin' over I left Rome and I pulled into Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that it made me ill Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles Everyone was there to meet me comin' down the hill Newspapermen eatin' candy Had to be held back by big police Someday, everything is going to be beautiful When I paint my masterpiece