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...