(Mary Chapin Carpenter) What if we went to Italy A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer I don't speak a word of Italian Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy It wouldn't be too much of a strain Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down And refuel, out by the pool What if the ancients were lazy like us Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa What if we never got back on the plane As summer turned colder and then warmer again Losing all track of the passing of years Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here What if we went to Italy Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer I still can't speak any Italian But words are replaced under Siennese skies By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this