Almost Real Songtext
von Kelli O’Hara

When a girl grows up in Napoli
There are roads laid out before her
And you understand, I'm speaking of
The times before the war

When a girl grows up in Napoli
She is more or less a target
For her Mama's expectations
For the boys' infatuations

All she gets is one decision
Will she give them what they want?

My sister, Chiara, wore tight-fitting sweaters
Unbuttoned just so
Chiara would squeeze every drop of attention
Wherever she'd go

Chiara said, "'Cesca, you must be prepared"
Chiara would act as though nobody cared
Chiara would laugh at me, quiet and scared


And I dreamed of a flat in Siena
On the market square
With a book, and a pot, and a window
And a single chair
Far from lonesome, far from Chiara, almost real

Paolo was a boy from down the hill
With silver eyes and hair like coal
And massive hands that trembled
When he looked my way

Paolo was a boy who loved to swim
And who knows why I fell for him
But soon enough
I kissed him on a winter's day

Chiara said, "'Cesca, he's dull and he's dumb
You'll end up a farm wife, exhausted and numb
I'm off to the servicemens' club, you should come!"

But I dreamed of the beach at Ancona
Where our kids would play
Paolo right by my side
And the ocean only steps away
Close to Heaven, far from Chiara, almost real


Chiara went dancing while air raid sirens were shrieking
Chiara would open her legs just as easy as speaking
Paolo went off with the Army and never returned
And all that Chiara could say was
"I hope now you've learned"

And the streets were rubble
And the water was filthy
And there were no cigarettes
And no haircuts, and no thinking about the future

And I sat at the harbor, watching the American ships
And then I looked up and I saw an American
Smile down at me
And I knew if I just took his hand
I could at last be free

I could love him
I could want him, only take me from Italia
Far from Chiara, far enough that I could feel
Almost real