More Than Everywhere

Climbing up the hill, I thought I'd see you out somewhere

Soil on your trousers and your undershirt

But all I saw was red earth beneath the olive trees

And the south wind of August blowing everywhere

I'm sitting by the roadside, I'm gonna lie in the grass

Like when I was a kid and the world was new

And I'll gather up the pieces of an ancient me

The one who scrapes his knees, yeah, all the times he should

We shared so many things, so many feelings

And laughs there on the porch into the evening

Nothing's going to cancel you off from here

The accordion's still playing in my ear

The oil from the hill's still on this table

And anytime we can we get together

To be sure that everybody's doing well

And there's still another tale that we can tell

And you're more than everywhere

You're more than everywhere