Three A.M., through the streets of Florence   A moped ride   She drives too fast, but I hang on tight because I   I’d never felt peril bear such bliss   Forever been waiting for my film-style kiss   And this could lead to that moment       This is the only place on Earth   Where every day feels as long as it’s worth       Three months pass and I’m at the station   And I’m on board   She says she’d come with if it was something she could afford   Slowly the train, it pulls away   Again like a movie, I’m tempted to stay   As she runs along side it       The skies they turn like pages   The trains don’t run on time   The stone reveals the ages    And somewhere love got left behind       I promised myself I would return   The only question’s when   Maybe on tour or with my bride   Or back to school again   ‘Cause nothing reminds you just how much   You’ve left to learn   Like a place where your right to be understood   Must be well earned   And mine’s Firenze       The skies they turn like pages   The trains don’t run on time   The stone survived the ages   And somewhere love got left behind