Partenza all’alba daì Parigi e lungo viaggio di ritorno in famiglia verso Roma, durante il quale, mentre passano i chilometri, continua a suonarmi nelle orecchie una vecchia canzone di Burt Bacharach…
Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
For someone else but not for me
The trains and the boats and planes
You are from another part of the world
You had to go back awhile and then
You said you soon would return again
I’m waiting here like I promised to
I’m waiting here, but where are you…
