We’re back, It’s night
at the only hang in town
the only place open on a freezing new year eve
The room is filling up
Ladies sparkle and call their man to dance

In the heat of the pizza oven
Sergio’s muscles sweat
dripping over tattoos he’s picked up from every harbor town
Until he got that pizza place, right behind the tracks
They said he’d never come back
and yet he did

FEW PEOPLE KNOW WHAT THEY WANT,
FEW PEOPLE KNOW WHAT THEY THINK
MANY PEOPLE THINK
BUT THEY NEVER KNOW

Everyone got their story
some here never left
someone wanted but never did
And some thought they’d never come back

The blond one at the cashier there
she left with the gypsies at 15
longing for sultry perfumes
from some exotic place

Later that child grew into a woman
And fell as most of us do
Into the business of little detail
With only now and then a vague recall
of a lost power to see
that nature contains all mysteries