Step inside my yellow cab
Take a seat and grab the tab
White walls climb the rocky steep
While the sleepy village sleep
You see the domes of navy hue
Painting every shade of blue
Step on stones of polished gray
Where the salty breezes play
High on the cliff where the water glows
That is the way that the summer goes
Cobalt blue glass in a summer haze
Lost in the heat of the island days
I have driven every bend
Where the winding alleys end
Watch the sun dip in the deep
While the tired locals sleep
High on the cliff where the water glows
That is the way that the summer goes
Cobalt blue glass in a summer haze
Lost in the heat of the island days
The road is narrow and the wind is loud
A single bird above a silver cloud
I know the secrets of the hidden gate
The kind of magic that is worth the wait
You look out at the open sea
Where the floating spirits be
White lime paint on every wall
Catching light before the fall
Keep your coin and keep your gold
Stories that the drivers told
Take a look at how it gleams
Brighter than your oldest dreams
High on the cliff where the water glows
That is the way that the summer goes
Cobalt blue glass in a summer haze
Lost in the heat of the island days
Cobalt blue, cobalt blue.
Just a fare for a view.
Cobalt blue.
