What if we went to Italy
A suitcase of books and one a piece for the summer
I don't speak a word of Italian
Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire?
Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please.

What if we spent all of our days,
improving our minds and learning new ways to be lazy
It wouldn't be too much of a strain
Relax after breakfast until lunch comes around
Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down
And refuel by the pool

What if the ancients were lazy like us
Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or sculpt
Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa
Not every missing the old Mona Lisa

What if we never get back on the plane?
As summer turned colder then warmer again
Losing all track of the passing of years
'Til it no longer mattered how long we'd been here

What if we went to Italy
Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer
I still can't speak any Italian
But words are replaced under Siennese skies
By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh,
and a wish to be always like this