I've Been To Holland - Joe Purdy

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