Three A.M., through the streets of FlorencenA moped ridenShe drives too fast, but I hang on tight because InI’d never felt peril bear such blissnForever been waiting for my film-style kissnAnd this could lead to that moment nnThis is the only place on EarthnWhere every day feels as long as it’s worth nnThree months pass and I’m at the stationnAnd I’m on boardnShe says she’d come with if it was something she could affordnSlowly the train, it pulls awaynAgain like a movie, I’m tempted to staynAs she runs along side it nnThe skies they turn like pagesnThe trains don’t run on timenThe stone reveals the ages nAnd somewhere love got left behind nnI promised myself I would returnnThe only question’s whennMaybe on tour or with my bridenOr back to school againn‘Cause nothing reminds you just how muchnYou’ve left to learnnLike a place where your right to be understoodnMust be well earnednAnd mine’s Firenze nnThe skies they turn like pagesnThe trains don’t run on timenThe stone survived the agesnAnd somewhere love got left behind n