Lyrics
Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows?
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't"
Honey, when in Rome
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome
Grab a blanket, sister, we'll make smoke signals
Bring in some new blood, it feels like we're alone
Grab a blanket, brother, so we don't catch cold
From one another, I wonder if we're stuck in Rome
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning how to live in Rome
