Lyrics The Book - Sheryl Crow

The Book

I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn’t know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around
Passed down
Among strangers hands
Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I’ll always remember
Three days in Rome
Never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper
And no time and words you waste
You’re a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened
To write down everything that went on
Between you and me
Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I’ll always remember
Three days in Rome