We were the cliché American backpackersnStanding on the side of the road in the rainnWith our cardboard sign written in black sharpienThat read AmsterdamnWe were going to AmsterdamnnSo we weren't surprised by the looks in the eyesnOf the people in their cars when they passed us bynAnd the gave us the middle fingernOr the thumbs up or thumbs downnnBut we stayed tough, we stood our groundnAnd by the end of the afternoonnWe got dropped off in the middle of this townnnNow everyone will tell you 'bout the coffee shopsnAnd everyone will tell you 'bout the red-light districtnBut somehow up to now it seems they all forgot to mentionnThe millions of bikes locked to the millions of bridgesnThat arch up like rainbows to cross the city's millions of canalsnThat run down every street with the houseboats nice and neatnAnd the buildings lean so much you think that they might fall downnLike the rain that day that drove us to a stoopnnGotta feel sorry for all the hippiesnThat came here in the '60snNow they don't know who they are nWe watched one of them playin' flutenHe was tryin' to earn some changenWe had spent all of our money for that daynWe grew hungry and the rain just came and camennAnd oh how I wished I had some of those friesnAll the people were eating when they passed us by nAnd I closed my eyes for a minute or twonI opened them up when I got a nudge from younThere was the hippie, the one with the flute, nAnd holding in his hands was my wish come truenAnd he handed me the whole thingnAnd this whole interaction felt was more like a dreamnHe was readin' my mind it seemednLike a genie granting wishes for people on the streetnAnd we never could have thanked him enoughnI don't know if he knew how much it meant to usnnAnd that night in a tent we counted all our moneynAnd we figured out how long we could staynThe way it looked to me we could live here forevernSleep in the campground, eat falafel every daynBut that's not what we came here to donWe had so much more left to seenAnd though this place felt so nicenWe made our plans to leavennAnd we went to this park where they had free bikes at the gatenSpent the day riding through the trees and it felt great nWe were offered a place to stay on the floor of someone's officenBut we chose to sleep beside the interstatennAnd the sounds of the cars passing bynPut us right to sleepnNothin' beats layin' right under the starsnAnd I always feel safe when you're sleepin' beside me