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 one in the fireplace

Teacher, when in Rome



Grab a blanket, sister

We'll make smoke signals

Bring us 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

The question with an answer only dead men know

But I'm going to bet they never really feel at home

If they spent a lifetime learning

How to live in Rome