Europe

Europe why do you eat sandwiches for breakfast?
I thought the man at my compartment door wanted my ticket.
To validate my existence. That's what I'm doing here right?
He just wanted to sell me a sandwich.

Now I'm watching the sunrise over the Italian countryside
On the 6:12 train to Naples.
The passing crop rows let me see between their lines,

And as we pass they slip me the secret joy of knowing just where you're going
But not what's waiting there.

Praise God I'm alone because I could fall in love in this place.
But I'll take the slow train anytime.

Now morning sun on red clay.
This is where I'll live someday,
Where the morning sun finds red clay under a wider branched tree.

I know what they say,
But when you get down to it
We're all standing up on the same dirt anyway.

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Europe why do you smoke like a chimney?
And why do you make me want to do the same?
We may know something about health, alright.
But do we know war?
We don't know what you're still smoking for.

Europe I saw you turn a strong man giddy.
Deep romanced breaths, left behind by the living
Grow golden in your hills.

One sweet lung-full and his step turned tumble
He bumped and rolled down waving meadow
'Til he caught his breath on reverent knees,
Dandelion smears on his white shirt sleeves.
His sunshine spots inspired me.

So I smuggled back a cuban in a tangle of clothes.
I'm coming home pink-cheeked and freckle-nosed.