Amsterdam

Forty years from now,

Will I still be scratching away at this hole,

Will I look back into this jar and see a presence worth mentioning?

I'll be in Amsterdam in the morning,

Walking in the footsteps of what I once believed in

Forty years from now,

Will I still be za-onda-way at this hole,

We-saw-na-mentioning

I'll be in Amsterdam in the morning,

Walking in the footsteps of what I once believed in I know the sign,

In soft morning light,

I know...

I know...

I know the light

Is it so over?

I know the light

Down the water...

If you say it's over then it's

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