I've been to holland

I walk this brick road
ignoring the busload
the sleepers are down for the count
I'll never forget on the day that we met
last night when we painted the town

we screamed and we ran,
streets of old Amsterdam
looking for payphones to call
but none of our loved ones
would quite understand
sometimes we just live for the fall

And I've been to Holland and I've been to New York
and I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge
and I've done the things my parents have dreamed but I ain't never seen nothing like this

She came to LA from the red Georgia clay and I loved her right from the start
and she took my eye like a thief in the night I know shes stolen my heart
she knows that I love her she knows that I miss her I wish she was standing right here
at the end of each day I still lay down and pray just one chance to see her again

And I've been to Holland and I've been to New York
and I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge
and I've done the things my parents have dreamed but I ain't never seen nothing like this

I look to my right as a aman on a bike says his sons been riding two days
and if I missed you more I would head for the door but I cant find the door anyways
I don't speak the language nor of the anguish that causes me to ask twice
I don't know much but that I love the dutch cuz you don't have to try and be nice

And I've nbeen to Holland and I've been to New York
and I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge
and I've done the things my parents have dreamed but I ain't never seen nothing like this