In Sicily a man jumped into an erupting volcano.
He said the Gods made him do it,
as his sandals started to melt into lava.
People called him a hero and held celebration.

I wish I knew if he did it for something he believed in
or just to prove that he could.

I found myself dying for everything I didn't believe in,
not to prove anything, but because I didn't trust myself.
I could feel the lava's heat on my toes,
even wearing three inch heels.

People thought I was blind,
but it was just easier not to see.

The ash was getting in my eyes
and I wanted to close them tight,
so that everything else would disappear
instead of being blown to pieces.

I wonder if the man from Sicily ever felt like a riddle,
or if he never smiled.
What did one penny say to the other?
Let's get together and make cents.

I'm finally starting to make sense again.
I'm smiling and I hope my face freezes this way,
like my mother used to threaten
when I stuck out my tongue.

They say Sicily is beautiful,
sights that you've never seen,
but just don't look down in the volcano
if you think you might jump in.

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