Sitting by the window looking out
Heading south through Italy
She said she’d been married forty five years ago
From that Brooklyn church
Hadn’t been back since she was seventeen
Nothing changes down in the old town
Nothing changes beneath the trees
Sophie Loren passed by in a movie once
She was heading for St Denis
That night we passed along the bay
No-one said a word
Just heard the running of the track
I saw a tear running slowly down her face
Nothing quite like the pain of coming back
Nothing changes down in the old town
Nothing changes beneath the trees
Sophie Loren passed by in a movie once
She was heading for St Denis

Don’t leave it so long my friend
Just like I have done
There is always value in coming back
They came to take me before the war was good and won
To New York City never coming back
Nothing changes down in the old town
Nothing changes beneath the trees
Sophie Loren passed by in a movie once
She was heading for St Denis