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