The Beauty Is

[CLARA]
These are very popular in Italy
It’s the land of naked marble boys
Something we don’t see a lot in Winston-Salem
That’s the land of corduroys

I’m just a someone in an old museum
Far away from home as someone can go
And the beauty is I still meet people I know
Hello

This is wanting something
This is reaching for it
This is wishing that a moment would arrive
This is taking chances
This is almost touching, what the beauty is
I don’t understand a word they’re saying
I’m as different here as different can be
But the beauty is I still meet people like me

Everyone’s a mother here in Italy
Everyone’s a father or a son
I think if I had a child, I would take such care of her
Then I wouldn’t feel like one
I’ve hardly met a single soul, but I am not alone
I feel grown

This is wanting something
This praying for it
This is holding breath and keeping fingers crossed
This is counting blessings
This is wondering when I’ll see that boy again
I’ve got a feeling he’s just a someone, too
And the beauty is when you realize, when you realize
Someone could be looking for a someone like you