Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You’ve left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You’re lost inside your houses
There’s no time to find you now
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names
They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us everything from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
Giupetto!
Pinnochio
Your adopted son is getting ready to go
The candle wicks are asterisks
You carved him yourself out of sticks
Apropos, had to go
He loved the alps
But he hated the snow
Things switch
Chop a new niche
Soon you won't remember
Oh which one is which
Your sorrow is so silly
What's there to keep him in Italy?
What's there to keep him in Italy?
He'll send you news
How he took a cruise
He stuck his sea legs into those sailor shoes
And finally, across some sea
He finds himself with all of the finery
He took a week to learn how to speak
But the language hurts
The consonants they tweak
Mute malaise, heavy haze
The reparation only partly pays
But your sorrow is so silly
What's there to keep him in Italy?
What's there to keep him in Italy?
Giupetto
Pinnochio
Your adopted son is getting ready to go
Just got back from a week in North Lake Tahoe................ What a wonderful, magical place!
Flying in and out of Reno, these two songs were in my brain all week.............