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)