Driving down from Milan to some place near Tuscany You look up from the road sayin' you never had more love for me The radio brings up Cohen, with a So Long Marie Ann That ba*tard's got me cryin' like nobody ever can I tell you that I love you and you show me that you know The Casilini in the mirror's honking "why you gotta drive so slow?" So we pull up to the highway side, and life goes buzzin' by Our kisses are not deep and warm, they are soft and to the sky You say our life's a hurricane, I say our life's the sea You lay a finger on my lips, sayin' "hush now, let it be" I say "alright, a Hurricane", you say "you're god damn right" We both a-start a-spinnin' and we take into a flight Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin' sweet Jolene I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin' sweet Jolene I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind We drop down Kahului town in time to see the whales They migrate from Alaska and their beauty never fails Deep into the distance, there's just ocean and some sky We fall onto our backs and watch a White-Tail pa**ing by That feline smile crawls up your mouth, you say "That's gotta be a sign" That's the dove of our love, this beach is our shrine The surfers in the northern sore are waiting for the swell You ask if it's a metaphor, I answer "yes, it is, for hell" While everybody's waiting for the belly of the sea You say common let's take a vow, and sing a prayer with me Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin' sweet Jolene I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin' sweet Jolene I'm a poet of the ocean, you're a poet of the wind