What if we went to ItalynA suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summernI don't speak a word of ItaliannExcept for Campari and soda for two, how much is a LirenYes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany pleasennWhat if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazynIt wouldn't be too much of a strainnRelax after breakfast till lunch comes aroundnCan't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie downnAnd refuel, out by the poolnnWhat if the ancients were lazy like usnToo blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculptnJust as relaxed as the tower of PisanNot ever missing that old Mona LisannWhat if we never got back on the planenAs summer turned colder and then warmer againnLosing all track of the passing of yearsnTill it no longer mattered how long we'd been herennWhat if we went to ItalynMaybe next year, just you and me for the summernI still can't speak any ItaliannBut words are replaced under Siennese skiesnBy nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this