Francesco

Franceso is the mayor of a city by the shore its
On the southern tip of Italy known for tuna fish and tourists
He books a meeting, sends an email, poses for the local paper
One more email, has that meeting, off to dinner with his neighbors
Thats Francesco

And though his life's achievements, summarized
Might only fill a couple lines
I wonder if Francesco thinks about it

Francesco he was named after a saint called Padre Pio
Who reportedly fought demons, claimed he parlato con dio
He says a prayer, goes to mass and poses with a little wafer
One more prayer, one more sip of wine then pranzo with his neighbors
Thats Francesco

And though he’s not producing miracles or guiding wayward spirits homes
I wonder if Francesco thinks about it
Yeah I wonder if Francesco thinks about it.

But in March of 241 BC the Roman and Phoenician Fleets
Began a battle in the sea just off the coast of Sicily
A thousand bodies on the beach, the victor's bloody shore to keep
They built a tower on the hill, passed back and forth through history
The Romans and Aragonese, the Normans then the Genoese
But now its ruled by Angelo who runs the gift shop at its feet

And now I think about that abandoned fort
The bodies stacked on that bloody shore
The shallow cost to win the port
2000 years of tug of war

Now long after the Fall of Rome
An office chair usurps the throne
A modern mayor scrawls his name on
Permits for a loading zone

It hasn't been this way
It hasn’t always been this way
And I wonder if Francesco thinks about it
Yeah I wonder if Francesco thinks about it