Letra

Where can a sick man go When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows? A specialist came to town, but he stays at home Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't" Honey, when in Rome Where can a teacher go? Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home And they'll burn warm in the fireplace Teacher, when in Rome Grab a blanket, sister, we'll make smoke signals Bring in some new blood, it feels like we're alone Grab a blanket, brother, so we don't catch cold From one another, I wonder if we're stuck in Rome Where can a dead man go? A question with an answer only dead men know But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home If they spent a lifetime learning how to live in Rome
Writer(s): Christopher Thile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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