AMSTERDAM

Now pack your bags and quit your job and move up from LA
The summertime in Portland is the best
We’ll drive the coastal highway, and we’ll stop in San Francisco
And we’ll never go to Amsterdam alone

We’ll sail on the wind, for the rest of our lives
In a world of our own
We’re tied to the wind, for the rest of our lives
I can feel it in my bones

We’ll proclaim our independence, and we’ll tell our favorite stories
We’ll understand religion for a while
We’ll find solace in the darkness, like rebels on a mission
And we’ll never go to Amsterdam alone

We’ll sail on the wind, for the rest of our lives
In a world of our own
We’re tied to the wind, for the rest of our lives
I can feel it in my bones

Now the headlights on the highway, and the voice of Elvis Presley
They guide us like a beacon in the night
And the hours seem like seconds, in our moments of Glory
And we’ll never go to Amsterdam alone

We’ll sail on the wind, for the rest of our lives
In a world of our own
We’re tied to the wind, for the rest of our lives
I can feel it in my bones

We’ll sail on the wind, for the rest of our lives
In a world of our own
We’re tied to the wind, for the rest of our lives
I can feel it in my bones