dusty hazy late-summer afternoon light
drift into the dusty corners of your mind
I’ll see you in Amsterdam
When the music brings me there again
Never got to see Anne Frank
Got a couple Sangrias to thank
Hoping that I’ll won’t forget
The whispers of our secrets and regrets
Just as whimsical as life can get
Blame it on our youth, I bet
We sat on the river bed
Passing lulls and hulls overhead
Green dust on our fingertips
Our eyes hover beyond distant ships
Wishes do come true, you said
as seconds passed like hours in my head
As the midnight ferry came and went
Left your tickets in your bag
Was it just a fever dream?
as we’re swept back to reality
Don’t forget our pinky swear
Summer ’23 in Amsterdam