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...