Murphy elliott sicily lyrics

I was in Sicily reading Henry Miller

You were in New York City you were getting thinner

I was in discos I was listening to Madonna

You were in sweat clothes looking like Jane Fonda

One day I called you because I couldn't resist

It cost me eighty bucks I don't think it was worth it

This is the last thing I expected to be

A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily



The night was raining and my window was stuck

My driver took the shore roads to avoid the heavy trucks

While he was telling me about the Mafia

I was thinking 'bout our wedding what the marriage done to you

Feeling so lonely my esteem so low 

Find myself in Italy I'm singing in a disco

This is the last thing I wanted to be

A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily



Looking out my window I see the stars above

I'm closer to Tunisia than to anyone I love

I've seen the ruins of the Romans and the Greeks

Compared to my own empire they really look so neat

Some say my songs are long and over complicated

But they're very personal I say they're underrated

This is the last thing I expected to be

A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily