Things to do in Greece (when fair weather doesn't happen) (© Ko-Do 2006)

When the seagulls Hide away from the stormy weather When Uncle Leo Writes a letter to dear Heather When you and me are all alone With our souls stripped down to the bone And fair weather doesn't happen We could brush up our dreams Chase them through the winds and rain… We could weave new beams For the sun to ease the pain… We could melt our past Into some future candles And some shells we'd cast Away like our old sandals We'd walk on barefoot Just to set our minds at ease Yes, there's a lotta things to do in Greece When fair weather doesn't happen

When the dolphins Hide from waves breaking at the shore When the allegory Of the cave is aching more and more When you and me are all alone With our hearts stripped down to the bone And fair weather doesn't happen We could recall our deja-vus The ones we'd never seen till now We'd play Rembetiko and blues Create a brand new style somehow We could sacrifice our secrets To the truth in some old temple We could write our thoughts on leaflets And folks could use them as example We'd walk on boundless Just to set our minds at ease Yes, there's a lotta things to do in Greece When fair weather doesn't happen