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...