Postcard From Rome

She's in a window seat sitting alone
Her suitcase is spilling out untaken photos
Of European architecture, an apartment on the coast
She's on an airplane heading to Rome
She's on an airplane sitting alone

So baby be safe, baby be smart
The world's not so pretty a place after dark
Honey I'd hold you so tight in my arms
But you're oceans away, and I'm home working hard
So baby be safe, baby be smart

Take pictures of people and pictures of trees
Try every corner coffee shop on every busy street
Be the modern Napoleon take all of Italy
But every so often think a little of me
I'm probably wide awake worried bout you out on the street

So baby go free, and baby have fun
The world is a beautiful place when you're young
I'll be here waiting when your wandering's done
If you promise me that we'll still be in love
Baby go free, baby have fun

She's in a window seat sitting alone
Her heart is heavy; her suitcase is full
Of different culture and brand new friends
A postcard from Rome
She's in a window seat crying alone
She's in a window seat heading back home

So baby I'm sorry, baby I'm sure
The world was a wonderful place where you were
You wish you'd stayed longer the trip was a blur
When your homesick for elsewhere let me be the cure
I need you my love, I need you my friend
So you're taking me with you when you leave here again