We've known strifes and bloodshed, uproars and pain
in another world at another time in a land no longer home
Filled with yesterday's woes, we look for tomorrow's joy
In the cold climate, we hold the past and sing silent songs
Come tend my root and and I'll help clean your cave

I live by the water and you can rail here end of a week
Our bonding is common and we find solace in little things
I know your secrets 'n know mine is safe in your plain palms
We go back a long time and I have your back as always
At strangers' land we give and take to survive blinded by needs

When you're gone I often visit the body shop in the back streets
No ring on my finger, no promises broken, it is what it is
You've told me your story 'n we exchange my notes for your coin
Don't buy me a bird  but let your canaries sing you a sweet song
Have a pizza and a glass of Chianti and say arrivederci and ciao

Life hurls along and most times the nights are lonely and dark
We live to survive and can't always pay the piper for a tune
Take it where we find it and write fitting stories in hidden notes
Tell the folks back home one day we will return and share olives
But we know our lives is a lie we believe just so to live and smile