I'm staying here, right where I am
Don't care if I don't get to Amsterdam
I finally made it, got down here at last
Cut out my future, and poisoned my past
And there's nowhere left to go
In a life of no returns
And every passing show
Is another bridge that I can't avoid burning
I could go back to Bregenz

a town in the Vorarlberg, Austria

And Brandt would be waiting
With a shot of penicillin and a gun
Yeah it's just like those songs that I never believed
About living your life on the run
And, somebody told me on a Sunday night
That the English boys never get things right

So I'm giving up, I'm sitting down
In this home of the waltz, in this European town
I no longer care if what you told me was true
But we all make decisions we must all follow through
And in this dark there's just one northern light
And I'm fooling myself 'cause it's just not right
And oh...

Oh, darling, Stockholm feels such a long long way away... (x4)