It was always Amsterdam
Where we would put the distance to an end
We had a plan,
Gonna lay it out on a queen sized bed
Catching up on twenty-one
Meet all your friends back home
That was not what it was, broke it off on the telephone

It was always absolute
Everybody said we were moving fast
Now I’m pretty over school
Switching out my books for the Eurail Pass
And all these dreams of Amsterdam
Where you’d surprise me with a yellow bike
With a basket that didn’t match it
That I guess I’ll never get to ride

Oh, oh, calling it a change of plans
Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp
Oh, oh, change of plans

Might have been a long shot
Better that it’s gone if it’s gonna go
But man you kind of messed me up
‘Cause I don’t have a place to go back home
Is this just twenty-one and somethings gotta give?
Well I still got a bill for a ticket that I’m stuck with

Oh, oh, calling it a change of plans
Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp
Oh, oh, just calling it a change of plans
Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp