I came over for dinner last night
You made me carbonara
You said you'd written me a letter
While I was out in the ventana

Oh mountain by the side of the road
Tell me which way I'm supposed to go
Cause you are my divine sight to hold
My santa lucia in gold

There were nights you sang to me
And your voice rang through the streets of Venice
But this is Brooklyn, not Italy
Ant there's not as much beneath the surface

Oh mountain by the side of the road
Tell me which way I'm supposed to go
Cause you are my divine sight to hold
My santa lucia in gold

We have been here before
We have knocked on this door a hundred times
Now it's the end of the line

Oh mountain by the side of the road
Tell me which way I'm supposed to go
Save my sight, save my soul
Santa lucia in gold
My santa lucia in gold