All ways lead to

When did I do Rome
In the first year
Josephine...
You were my woman
I was your S.

1985
We met horse gamling
Italians
I talked to
Guys in nice red cars

They thought
We were
Together but I
Was in love
With a designer back home

Rome
Once there was a time
To visit thirteen churches
To drink
Amaretto and white stuff

Back home
We were sun burnt
You were broke
I had the time of my life
So much stories to tell

What a wonderful world
To impress the older guys
With incredible adventures
Just being a twenty year old
And then you came along

Much funier
More moon like
Younger, fresher, not invited
How was I suppose to
Deal with you