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 Olso hall   While all the cold Norweigians cried      Who could say   What was left and where was right?   By the way   I could play the blues all night