Too Early Too Late

Corners everywhere you look, but no dead-end streets
Towers and monuments; an island of dreams
Where the perfect day is always half a week away
Distraction never leaves, tomorrow never stays

It’s all about the angles, it’s all about the light
The tourists and their cameras, man, what’s left to find
Echoes of the emperors, the weight of history
Vespas careening through these medieval streets

Two globes, two palaces, two chambers and two births
One for the heavens and one for the earth
Motion perpetual, the span of all in one
These are the threads from which a lifetime is spun

Let us be bound for glory, you and I
Minstrels and immigrants, three feet above the sky
In love with silences, with sound, with everything
I give it all to you my fellow citizens