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...