Amsterdam ©Robert W Marr 4/8/2006

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Early Tuesday morning, we boarded a flight, direction eastward bound.
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First stop was Amsterdam, eight hours till we touch down.
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In the back of the plane, I could barely keep my sanity.
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So I found a little magic, closed my eyes and laid back in the seat.

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And I went for a ride, unlike anything I had ever seen.
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It was the kind of thing most people only see in a dream.
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It was a ride that took me half way down the road to ecstasy.
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Ain’t it strange how completely real a dream can seem.

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I woke up at daybreak, a lady and her kids to the right of me.
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Said she was going to Amsterdam so that she could see
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A sister she hadn’t seen for several years
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But I think from the way she was talking, there was something else, it appears.

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She was going for a ride, nothing like a trip to wake up the mind.
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She was headin’ into Holland for just a few weeks so she could find.
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Whatever was missing from her life down south
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And she prays she’ll be able to find what it’s all about.

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We got off the plane, they were heading into Amsterdam.
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I was off to catch another flight down to Beitegheim.
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She waved goodbye, flashed smile, and I could see.
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Just a hint that she might have been the one in the dream with me.

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And I went for a ride, unlike anything I had ever seen.
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It was the kind of thing most people only see in a dream.
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It was a ride that took me half way down the road to ecstasy.
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And finally I know, who might have been in that dream with me.
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I don’t even know her name.