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...