Italy (feat. Amy Millan)

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle days

Ridin' through the hayfields, ridin' through the haze

Just givin' into summer, givin' yourself away

We never came here

Lookin' to dispel any notions

Lookin' to mop up any oceans

But just to see the sun upon your face

With your sunnies on

We bought you in Venice

A little oversized

With Carl Zeiss lenses

Our kinda love

Just can't be pretended

Ice cream, and sardines, and bottles of beer

You lay readin' on the shoreline while I float in the waves

And mothers with their naked children, let them run and play

And I didn't come here

To be a different person

Didn't leave a mess behind

In favor of searchin'

We're not the kind to run away

When we're hurtin'

When the church bells ring

We'll wake up at seven

To hanging laundry

And stairways to Heaven

And quiet monastery

Cats that we beckon

There's a tall ship on

The horizon there

Makes it look like it's

Just a lie that we'll believe

As we sit under a tree

Maybe the train strike

Will never be over

We'll send a letter home

When the weather gets colder

Then we'll drag our bags through

The old Pisa airport

When we get back

We'll try to live like we live there

To no avail

'Cause the time is so different

You only ever are yourself

It's for certain