Vondelpark

The bells in the Tower of Pisa are tuned to the key of C

If it was good enough for them, it’s good enough for me

Europe don’t know how much I want

But Europe, she knows what I need

In some burned out cathedral, in some ancient tomb

Down under ground but still lit by the moon

These Notre Dame goddesses march by the river’s edge

And midnight still feels like noon

And them nights when I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I know I’ve chosen the right life

You be in charge of the days, I’ll be in charge of the nights

Amsterdam is lawless, Amsterdam is flawless

All the tourists hang in Vondelpark

Some of them are riding, some are psilocybing

Some are waiting for it to get dark

And these sunsets last longer than in my past

Maybe it’s just the trip that I’m on

There’s tobacco in these joints, they round out the points

In my brain, and my heart and my lungs

And them nights when I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I know I’ve chosen the right life

You be in charge of the days, I’ll be in charge of the nights

I wrote a song about Van Gogh, about his ear about his ho

About all the ways a man can leave this world

I flirt with the Parisians, I flirt with the Italians

In the end I know I’ll end up with the one American girl

I miss your broken Frances, I miss your jellyfish sting

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

Don’t let ‘em call you apathetic, it’s the curse of our generation

But I’ll heal you, I will heal you, I will heal you

And them nights when I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I know I’ve chosen the right life

You be in charge of the days, I’ll be in charge of the nights