The sins of Amsterdam Were still a recent surprise And we were flying over Scandinavian skies
We climbed towards the sun We turned and cursed as one We pulled the shades And closed our eyes
The Stockholm city lights Were slowly starting to rise And we were strapped against Those Scandinavian skies
The landing gear came down And touched the Swedish ground And we were all so paralyzed
On the plane We were mainly sound and lights In the veins We could play the blues all night
The tour of Germany Was bleeding into our eyes And we were sailing over Scandinavian skies
We had the Midas touch Until we met the Dutch And they exhausted our supplies
Who's to pay? For this international flight Who could stay We were only there for the night We watched the power fall Inside the Oslo hall While all the cold Norwegians cried
Who could say What was left and where was right? By the way I could play the blues all night