I finished the lyric for We Were Standing On The Steps Of The Palace. This song, about being in Florence, Italy, was one of the trickiest ones to write. I'm not sure why. I think it's because many of these travel songs are snapshots, and not narratives, so the verses are episodic, but self-contained. Here they are:
We were standing on the steps of the palace
Feeling lost like Wonderland’s Alice.
Chasing the white rabbit over a hill to the base of a tree.
The rain was pouring on us in torrents,
As we goggled at the skyline of Florence
Watching Il Duomo floating slow-mo on a rooftop sea.
We put off buying tickets to Rome.
To promenade in this overblown home.
The Tuscan sun warming our worn out bones.
We were skipping through the Boboli Gardens
Pissing tourists off and begging their pardon.
When all of a sudden we discovered a statue of a crumbling head.
Bacchus waved from the back of a tortoise.
Perseus burst from the lake on his horse. “Isn’t
Neptune the one having all of the fun in the fountain?” you said.
All the gods were in the gardens that night.
Watching we two lovers in flight.
Peeking over hedges, making sure we were alright.
The river looked smooth as a mirror.
We couldn’t see the arched bridge any clearer,
With it’s bulging shops looking ready to drop right off the side.
A B.A.R. sign lit a statue of Jesus.
Mother Mary figures tried to appease us.
So many names so many gilded frames had us feeling fried.
So we collapsed on the palace steps.
Wondering what’s in store for us next.
When white rabbit disappeared into his hole on the hill.