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?