Dan Bern - I'm Not The Guy lyrics

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We pulled into Rome

With blood in our eyes

After days of travelin'

Months of lies

Taking our various

Turns at the wheel

Taking booze

And pot and cigarettes

Anything not to feel

No one had slept

No one had eaten

Our bodies were bad

Our spirits were beaten

Together we dragged

All of us down

As we staggered through Rome

Blaming the town

Blaming the students

For worship of others

Blaming the cops

And blaming their brothers

And never quite looking

Ourselves in the heart

And minute by minute

Growing further apart

Julia, Julia

Where have you gone?

Why have you vanished

Off of my lawn?

Julia, Julia

Where is your truck?

Where have you driven

With all of my luck?

But even old bull fighters,

Their grave stones in sight,

Must search 'till they unearth

One last bull to fight

And so it was with us,

So near to the end

One last story to tell

One last hill to defend

One glance to avoid

One guitar to strum

One untruth to be told

One last song to be sung

And you, the most brilliant,

Most driven, most keen,

Jewel of a bastard

I ever have seen

And you and your turn

A good bitch of the nile

So real to the end

Nothing left to defile

And me in the middle,

Along for the ride,

The unwilling distraction

From familiocide

And knowing our weaknesses

No one refrained,

From picking

And prodding

'Till nothing remained

Julia, Julia

Where have you gone?

Why have you vanished

Off of my lawn?

Julia, Julia

Where is your truck?

Where have you driven

With all of my luck?

And now in this ki