Scandinavian Skies
The sins of AmsterdamWere still a recent surpriseAnd we were flying overScandinavian skies
We climbed towards the sunWe turned and cursed as oneWe pulled the shadesAnd closed our eyes
The Stockholm city lightsWere slowly starting to riseAnd we were strapped againstThose Scandinavian skies
The landing gear came downAnd touched the Swedish groundAnd we were all so paralyzed
On the planeWe were mainly sound and lightsIn the veinsWe could play the blues all night
The tour of GermanyWas bleeding into our eyesAnd we were sailing overScandinavian skies
We had the Midas touchUntil we met the DutchAnd they exhausted our supplies
Who's to pay?For this international flightWho could stayWe were only there for the nightWe watched the power fallInside the Oslo hallWhile all the cold Norwegians cried
Who could sayWhat was left and where was right?By the wayI could play the blues all night