I have never known an Italian song,
that didnt pray for love to come along
[one in particular I cant forget--]
Playing endlessly in a greasy North Dakota pizza dive where the border tickles
Manitoba and the Spanish barmaid who hustles quarters and canadian nickels
told me stories of the trickster of Seville
and I was not old then but old enough to look out the windowsill
And wish I was not drinking alone
