It can be quite a folk sounding song
if again you sing with me.
Again, it just reiterates
when I paint my masterpiece,
when that repeats, if you sing that with me,
it makes the song
Even more beautiful than it is.
It's a lovely song.
Hang on
The streets of Rome
Are filled with rubble
An cient footprints are everywhere
You could almost think
that you were seeing double
On a cold dark night
on the Spanish stairs
Think I'll go on back home
to my hotel room
Where I got me a date
with a pretty little gal from Greece
She promised she'd be right
there beside me
Vahana paint, my masterpiece
Sing that bit with me, try it
Vahana paint,
my masterpiece
The hours are spent in the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wasting time
Oh those mighty kings of the jungle
I could hardly stand to see them
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb
Train wheels running through
the back of my memory
As the daylight hours do in crease
Someday everything's gonna
shine like a rhapsody
By Hannah Payne, my masterpiece
Sing it with me again, here we go
By Hannah Payne, my masterpiece
You
Well, I left Rome,
and I landed in Brussels
With a picture of a tall oak tree
by my side
Clouds, women in uniforms
and young girls pulling muscles
Everyone was there to greet me
when I stepped inside
Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by
the big po lice
Someday everything's gon
na be different
When I paint my masterpiece
When I paint my masterpiece
Yes, someday everything's going to be
oh so different
When I paint my masterpiece
When I paint my masterpiece