All the Way to Italy
Pop n Foodie
After dreaming of Italy and saving for the trip, a man finally sits down to the pasta he thought would change his life. All the Way to Italy follows his disappointment as he realizes he has traveled so far for a meal that cannot give him the comfort and satisfaction of the pasta he makes at home.
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Mmm, I thought I'd find heaven here
Yeah
Saved up all year for that ticket to Rome
Thought I'd taste love in a plate alone
Silver forks and candlelight
Fresco ceilings, stars at night
I took that first bite slow and deep
Waitin' for somethin' I couldn't keep
It was good, it was fine
But it didn't taste like mine
All those miles, all that flight
Chasin' magic in every bite
I went all the way to Italy
Just to learn what home meant to me
They had the sauce, the wine, the view
But I missed the taste I knew
I thought I'd find my soul abroad
In pasta made by the hand of God
But maybe love's not overseas
It's in the jar I keep with me
Tour guides smiled, the plates were clean
But it all felt like a dream routine
I wanted fire, I wanted soul
But got a meal that didn't hold
Back home I boil, I stir, I pour
And that old sauce gives me more
It's not fancy, but it's mine
Comfort comes with cheaper wine
Guess the heart don't need a view
Just a kitchen light and someone too
I went all the way to Italy
Just to learn what home meant to me
They had the sauce, the wine, the view
But I missed the taste I knew
I thought I'd find my soul abroad
In pasta made by the hand of God
But maybe love's not overseas
It's in the jar I keep with me
Maybe dreams don't have to fly
To feel alive or satisfy
Maybe peace is in the small
Not the plane, not Rome, not all
I went all the way to Italy
Now I see what I couldn't see
I chased the world, I chased the best
But found my heart where it could rest
No marble streets, no ancient breeze
Just noodles warm and memories
Yeah, it's not fancy, but it's me
My love, my home, my pasta dreams
Yeah
My pasta dreams
