Euromad (T-Bone Burnett)

I went Euromad out on the road last fall Between the Roman churches and the German music halls Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery I might have never got this far, it would be all the same to me It started in Bologna when I stepped between the lights I thought I'd lost my charisma my life flashed before my eyes The communists rejected me, I didn't fit their plan And anyway I must assume they're anti-American It might have been Geneva in a darkened discotheque And though I met Sophia, I still got it in the neck A journalist he spied on me like I always knew they would He wrote me off like a business trip I felt deeply misunderstood Or maybe it was Paris blazing dignity and pride It's a city full of heiresses where I very nearly died I woke up in the circus with a whistling in my ears I'm ready for the antidote can you tell me what it is I went Euromad out on the road last fall Between the Roman churches and the German music halls Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery I might have never made it through this Euromisery Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery I might have never made it through this Euromisery