Sicily Songtext

I was in Sicily reading Henry Miller You were in New York City you were getting thinner I was in discos I was listening to Madonna You were in sweat clothes looking like Jane Fonda One day I called you because I couldn't resist It cost me eighty bucks I don't think it was worth it This is the last thing I expected to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily The night was raining and my window was stuck My driver took the shore roads to avoid the heavy trucks While he was telling me about the Mafia I was thinking 'bout our wedding what the marriage done to you Feeling so lonely my esteem so low Find myself in Italy I'm singing in a disco This is the last thing I wanted to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily Looking out my window I see the stars above I'm closer to Tunisia than to anyone I love I've seen the ruins of the Romans and the Greeks Compared to my own empire they really look so neat Some say my songs are long and over complicated But they're very personal I say they're underrated This is the last thing I expected to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily