I walk this brick roadnIgnoring the busloadnThe sleepers are down for the countnI'll never forget on the day that we metnLast night when we painted the townnnWe screamed and we ran, nStreets of old AmsterdamnLooking for payphones to callnBut none of our loved ones nWould quite understandnSometimes we just live for the fallnnAnd I've been to Holland and I've been to New YorknAnd I've seen the Golden Gate BridgenAnd I've done the things my parents have dreamed nBut I ain't never seen nothing like thisnnShe came to LA from the red Georgia clay nAnd I loved her right from the startnAnd she took my eye like a thief in the night nI know she's stolen my heartnShe knows that I love her she knows that I miss her nI wish she was standing right herenAt the end of each day I still lay down and pray nJust one chance to see her againnnAnd I've been to Holland and I've been to new yorknAnd I've seen the Golden Gate BridgenAnd I've done the things my parents have dreamed nBut I ain't never seen nothing like thisnnI look to my right as a man on a bike nSays his sons been riding two daysnAnd if I missed you more I would head for the door nBut I can't find the door anywaysnI don't the language nor of the anguish nThat causes me to ask twicenI don't know much but that I love the dutch nCause you don't have to try and be nicennAnd I've been to Holland and I've been to new yorknAnd I've seen the Golden Gate BridgenAnd I've done the things my parents have dreamed nBut I ain't never seen nothing like this