From the recording Coming Home
Lyrics
Which way to the station?
I asked the young woman
Hoping she knew what I meant
My Italian was dreadful
But I guess it was passable
“Follow me,” she said, and off she went
She was in quite a hurry
And I’m not sure the reason
But she kept me three paces behind
I don’t know if she meant to
But she gave me the best view
That any in Venice will find
And all the dogs in Venice
They don’t seem to care
There’s no grass anywhere
Yeah, all the dogs in Venice
They don’t seem to care
There’s no grass anywhere
Water and stone
Is all you can see
And of course, all the shops and the people
My guide was an angel
With hips from the devil
And I laughed when we passed by a steeple
By the time we reached the station
She just kept on walking
In fact, she never looked back
I couldn’t even say thank you
By then, she’d escaped view
I was nothing to her, that’s a fact.
Now I sit at a café
Reflecting on my day
Of how I was lost and then found
Though there’s pain in my heart
The wine has just started
To lift my feet up off the ground
And the dogs all walk by
With a gleam in their eye
They’re happy to live and just be
I think I’m just like them
And if she knew what I was thinking
I’m sure that my guide would agree
Copyright 2015 Jonathan William Tea (BMI)
for Tea House Productions, Ltd.