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