When I Paint My Masterpiece - Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You can almost think that you're seein' double

On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

Gonna wash my clothes scrape off all of the grease

Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for a while

Gonna stay right there 'til I paint my masterpiece

Oh the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum

Dodging lions with a mean and a hungry look

Those mighty kings of the jungle I can hardly stand to see 'em

I can see 'em comin' I could read their faces like a book

Train wheels running through the back of my memory

When I ran on the hilltop followin' a pack of wild geese

Someday everything's goin' to be different

When I paint when I paint my masterpiece

Sailin' around the world full of crimson and clover

Sometime I feel just like my cup is a runnin' over

I left Rome and I pulled into Brussels

On a plane ride so bumpy that it made me ill

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles

Everyone was there to meet me comin' down the hill

Newspaper men eatin' candy had to be held back by big police

Someday everything's gonna be beautiful

When I paint my masterpiece