SAN BENEDETTO

I'm standing in crystal water
Staring at a cliff with houses built into the side of it
A little Italian kid comes up to me and he says
"Sei Americano?", "Si, how did you know?"
He said that, "I can tell because you're out here all alone
I can tell by how quickly you breathe
I can tell, 'cause it doesn't go deep
You come here and you don't even speak
Did you know that there's only five continents
And your country was not found by Columbus?"
Then he just walked away

Now I'm sitting in a rattan chair
In a two thousand year old ancient square
People talk usually makes me want to rip out my hair
But this people talk was like music to my fears
I was stressed by the calm, I should be chasing my dreams
To work hard enough that people envy me
No one here has any ambition, it seems
But every single one of them is smiling

When the water is clean, the reflection is clear
I had to leave to really see
Wow, there's a lot of things wrong with me

On the fly home the very next day
I could feel the anxiety radiate from JFK
All the people talking sounded like angry machines
And the oppressive gray walls and the sadness lingering
I thought about that kid and all that he had to say
I feel like all of those people have their priorities straight
Life, food, family, work maybe 7th or 8th
Why do I feel so attached to this place?

When the water is clean, the reflection is clear
I had to leave to really see
Wow, there's a lot (of things) wrong in me (wrong with me)