I'm staying here, right where I am Don't care if I don't get to Amsterdam I finally made it, got down here at last Cut out my future, and poisoned my past And there's nowhere left to go In a life of no returns And every passing show Is another bridge that I can't avoid burning I could go back to Bregenz And Brandt would be waiting With a shot of penicillin and a gun Yeah it's just like those songs that I never believed About living your life on the run And, somebody told me on a Sunday night That the English boys never get things right So I'm giving up, I'm sitting down In this home of the waltz, in this European town I no longer care if what you told me was true But we all make decisions we must all follow through And in this dark there's just one northern light And I'm fooling myself 'cause it's just not right And oh...
Oh, darling, Stockholm feels such a long long way away... (x4)