You step out from the ferry quay
The salt is thick upon the spray
I keep the meter running slow
I know the turns where the locals go
The whitewashed walls are blinding white
They bounce the glare of midday light
You watch the cliffs drop to the deep
While all the quiet villages sleep
Cobalt blue dome against the sky
Where the gold summer moments fly
Walk on the ridge of the caldera
Find your peace in a new era
The road is narrow, steep and tight
I steer you through the shimmering light
Don't mind the goats on the dusty track
Once you arrive you won't look back
Cobalt blue dome against the sky
Where the gold summer moments fly
Walk on the ridge of the caldera
Find your peace in a new era
A small glass of ouzo on the stone
A kind of magic you feel alone
The sun dips low in a purple haze
Leaving you lost in a velvet maze
The wind is warm on your sun-burnt skin
This is where the real tales begin
A weathered face and a silver key
Unlocking a view of the open sea
I've driven circles for twenty years
I've seen the laughter and the hidden tears
You seek a spark in the Aegean blue
I'll drive the car and I'll lead you through
Cobalt blue dome against the sky
Where the gold summer moments fly
Walk on the ridge of the caldera
Find your peace in a new era
Keep the change, kid.
Just look at that blue.
Just look at that blue.
