Story behind the song
A song I started writing while I was vacationing in Italy the summer of 2019. The hook/refrain came to me while on a boat out of Porto Santo Stefano, sailing along the Maremma coast.
Lyrics
Driving north to nowhere out of Rome
from the grasp of ghostly fingers round my soul.
With every turn and every mile
my face recalls a buried smile
that hints of freedom I have never known
in the rolling fields and hills that lie ahead . . .
As I drive along these Tuscan roads
Im rising from the dead.
Gliding cross the blue Tyrrhenian Sea
the sun and wind upon my skin, and I can breathe.
In the boneyards I forgot
the things I am and those Im not,
and here Ive found the better part of me.
So the emails on my phone all go unread . . .
As I sail along the Maremma coast
Im rising from the dead.
And Im trying to leave it all behind;
in my mind, to break the ties that bind.
So the New York City push and pull
that tears my soul and wears my will
it somehow seems to vanish more in time,
as I find me in my head . . .
Underneath these Tuscan skies
Im rising from the dead.
Some day that life will call me home
and lay its claim to my body and my bones.
And if thats meant to be somehow
it dont matter much to me right now,
Im worlds away in a heaven all my own.
Cause the sun just turned the sky Barolo red . . .
As it dips beneath the Tuscan hills
Im rising from the dead.
