I’m Not The Guy – Dan Bern – letras

We pulled into RomeWith blood in our eyesAfter days of travelin’Months of liesTaking our variousTurns at the wheelTaking boozeAnd pot and cigarettesAnything not to feelNo one had sleptNo one had eatenOur bodies were badOur spirits were beatenTogether we draggedAll of us downAs we staggered through RomeBlaming the townBlaming the studentsFor worship of othersBlaming the copsAnd blaming their brothersAnd never quite lookingOurselves in the heartAnd minute by minuteGrowing further apartJulia, JuliaWhere have you gone?Why have you vanishedOff of my lawn?Julia, JuliaWhere is your truck?Where have you drivenWith all of my luck?But even old bull fighters,Their grave stones in sight,Must search ’till they unearthOne last bull to fightAnd so it was with us,So near to the endOne last story to tellOne last hill to defendOne glance to avoidOne guitar to strumOne untruth to be toldOne last song to be sungAnd you, the most brilliant,Most driven, most keen,Jewel of a bastardI ever have seenAnd you and your turnA good bitch of the nileSo real to the endNothing left to defileAnd me in the middle,Along for the ride,The unwilling distractionFrom familiocideAnd knowing our weaknessesNo one refrained,From pickingAnd prodding’Till nothing remainedJulia, JuliaWhere have you gone?Why have you vanishedOff of my lawn?Julia, JuliaWhere is your truck?Where have you drivenWith all of my luck?And now in this ki