Postcard From Paris Glen Campbell

Dear friend of my mine
Weather's fine
Today, I saw some ruins
Of the Roman world's decline

And I climbed all those Spanish steps
You've heard of them no doubt
But Rome has lost its glory
I don't know what it's about

I wish you were here
When the shadows fall
And all the rushing traffic's still

I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing
On the seven hills

I make my way to a small cafe
I wonder what you did today
Wish you were here

Dear one at home
I just flew in from Rome
And Paris is a postcard
All decked out in color chrome