View from the window — rolling hills of Tuscany
Grapevines on trellises among the olive trees
Harvesting time is still weeks away
Chianti is trying to coax me to stay
So many days have passed with no sign of rain
The sky's unbroken, a vista of blue again
Swallows soar and dance in the sky
Hardly a sound as the days creep by

The tourists snap pictures all day at the scenery
Villages dating back several centuries
Knowledge and culture spread out from here
Across the world, for thousands of years
Life goes on hold in the middle of every day
Towns sleep the heat of the afternoon sun away
Shutters come down like closing eyes
Leave no sound as the days creep by

But I've been too long away from the ocean
I need to smell the scent of salt air
I need to watch the tide rise and falling
Sit on the porch and not have to go anywhere

Seasons are changing, mist in the morning
End of the journey fast approaching
Won't be long before I miss the hills
Glass of Chianti on a night so still
Soon the airport in Rome will swallow me
Chaos and tangle, people bumping into me
Too many hours spent six miles high
Endless sound as the day creeps by

I'll be heading back to the ocean
Able to smell the scent of salt air
I'll watch the tide rise and falling
Sit on the porch and not have to go anywhere