Dan Bern I`m Not The Guy Lyrics

I`m Not The Guy Lyrics

We pulled into Rome
With blood in our eyes
After days of
travelin'
Months of lies
Taking our various 
Turns at the
wheel
Taking booze 
And pot and cigarettes
Anything not to feel
No
one had slept
No one had eaten
Our bodies were bad 
Our spirits were
beaten
Together we dragged 
All of us down
As we staggered through
Rome
Blaming the town
Blaming the students 
For worship of
others
Blaming the cops
And blaming their brothers
And never quite
looking
Ourselves in the heart
And minute by minute 
Growing further
apart

Julia, Julia
Where have you gone?
Why have you vanished

Off of my lawn?
Julia, Julia
Where is your truck?
Where have you
driven 
With all of my luck?

But even old bull fighters,
Their
grave stones in sight,
Must search 'till they unearth
One last bull to
fight
And so it was with us,
So near to the end
One last story to
tell
One last hill to defend
One glance to avoid
One guitar to
strum
One untruth to be told
One last song to be sung
And you, the
most brilliant,
Most driven, most keen,
Jewel of a bastard 
I ever
have seen
And you and your turn
A good bitch of the nile
So real to
the end
Nothing left to defile
And me in the middle, 
Along for the
ride,
The unwilling distraction
From familiocide
And knowing our
weaknesses
No one refrained, 
From picking
And prodding 
'Till
nothing remained

Julia, Julia
Where have you gone?
Why have you
vanished 
Off of my lawn?
Julia, Julia
Where is your truck?
Where
have you driven 
With all of my luck?

And now in this
kitchen
Miles from home
Miles from anything 
Miles from Rome
Rome
was a bust
Rome was a scream
Rome was the final
Rapid eye movement

To this dream
We scattered like leaves
Like pieces of
dust
Warriors watching 
Their swords and shields rust
And now as we
descend
To couches and clocks
To closets and appointments
Let us drink
to the rocks
Let us drink to the sand
To the winds which have blowed
us
Let us drink to the rivers
Let us drink to the road

And if you
travel this far
From either conscience or greed
Have one piece of advice

That I think you should heed
If ever your travels 
Take you this far
from home
Consult your map carefully
Stear clear of Rome

Julia,
Julia
Where have you gone?
Why have you vanished 
Off of my
lawn?
Julia, Julia
Where is your truck?
Where have you driven 
With
all of my luck?