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

I hate those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home

And they'll burn 'em in the fireplace

Teacher, when in Rome

Grab a blanket, sister

We'll make smokes 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