Big jet planes don't fly over me   I'm one of the lucky ones   I live in a quiet street   She's all middle class   And Bertholt Brecht   Her first time in Amsterdam   She came back a fuckin' mess      But it's all over, that's all gone   Time shades the pony and travels on   For all of this singin' she's a real one   Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration   At least she can be inspired      Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire   Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire   Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention   She doesn't break, I bet she bruises   She doesn't break, I bet she bruises   In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it      Big jet planes don't fly over me   I'm usually in them   Looking down on your street   Know so many people I've never met   The first time I go to Amsterdam,   I'm coming back a fuckin' mess      But it's all over - that's all gone   Time shades the pony and travels on   For all of this singin' she's a real one   Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration   At least she can be inspired      Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire   Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire   Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention   She doesn't break, I bet she bruises   She doesn't break, I bet she bruises   In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it      I'm one of the lucky ones   I live in a quiet street