I walk this brick road   ignroring 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 aint 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 aint 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 dont the language nor of the anguish that causes me to ask twice   I dont knwo much but that I love the dutch cuz you dont 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 aint never seen nothing like this