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