Postcard From Rome

She's in a window seat sitting alone

Her suitcase is spilling out untaken photos

Of European architecture, an apartment on the coast

She's on an airplane heading to Rome

She's on an airplane sitting alone

So baby be safe, baby be smart

The world's not so pretty a place after dark

Honey I'd hold you so tight in my arms

But you're oceans away, and I'm home working hard

So baby be safe, baby be smart

Take pictures of people and pictures of trees

Try every corner coffee shop on every busy street

Be the modern Napoleon take all of Italy

But every so often think a little of me

I'm probably wide awake worried bout you out on the street

So baby go free, and baby have fun

The world is a beautiful place when you're young

I'll be here waiting when your wandering's done

If you promise me that we'll still be in love

Baby go free, baby have fun

She's in a window seat sitting alone

Her heart is heavy; her suitcase is full

Of different culture and brand new friends

A postcard from Rome

She's in a window seat crying alone

She's in a window seat heading back home

So baby I'm sorry, baby I'm sure

The world was a wonderful place where you were

You wish you'd stayed longer the trip was a blur

When your homesick for elsewhere let me be the cure

I need you my love, I need you my friend

So you're taking me with you when you leave here again