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
ron-zay-a-zone-y-eow-so...