-->Scandinavian Skies
   
    
     The sins of Amsterdam
     Were still a recent
       surprise
     And we were flying over
     Scandinavian skies
     We climbed towards
       the sun
     We turned and cursed
       as one
     We pulled the shades
     And closed our eyes
     The Stockholm city lights
     Were slowly starting 
       to rise
     And we were strapped 
       against
     Those Scandinavian skies
     The landing gear came
       down
     And touched the
       Swedish ground
     And we were all
       so paralyzed
     On the plane
     We were mainly sound
       and lights
     In the veins
     We could play the
       blues all night
     The tour of Germany
     Was bleeding into 
       our eyes
     And we were sailing
       over
     Scandinavian skies
     We had the Midas touch
     Until we met the
       Dutch
     And they exhausted
       our supplies
     Who's to pay?
     For this international
       flight
     Who could stay
     We were only there for
       the night
     We watched the power
       fall
     Inside the Oslo hall
     While all the cold
       Norweigians cried
     Who could say
     What was left and where
       was right?
     By the way
     I could play the blues
       all night
    
    
    
                                          Billy Joel
                                              NYLON CURTAIN