You often dream of a party
But you've never been here before
Everybody's watching football
And some guy nags at you
What the hell does that man want
How do you get out of here
Where would you want to go
He keeps on talking but you drift off
So you don't know who wins the match
When you listen to the clouds
When you listen to the wind
Your planner and your sunglasses
But you're back in your own bed
And suddenly everything stops
The day begins and the highway hisses
The day begins and the highway hisses
The day begins and the highway hisses
The day begins and the highway hisses
It's always something and always regret
About all the money and all the time
That have led you here
The mornings are white and cold
And no matter how you hold the handlebar
The wind comes through your gloves
Your fingers are petrified
There's always something that paralyzes you
Then it's the booze or whatever
It keeps haunting your head
It was ages ago, an eternity
You were cycling on the Afsluitdijk
And I don't know what you think of it now
When you listen to the clouds
When you listen to the wind
When you listen to the clouds
When you listen to the wind