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Friday afternoon in the Vondelpark
November and wet
Close to the pound sits a man
Herman
And Herman has had it
Has had a shitty year
A man with everything
You could possibly have
Wife, kid, house, car, job
Great job, great job
But Herman once wanted something else
And he's been dreaming about that for months now
He's thinking about what he wanted
And he thinks, was I such a coward
He thinks, is this all there is?
Herman thinks himself into the grave
Wasn't it only yesterday
That I arrived here
Just eighteen years young?
Wasn't I supposed to be partying, slamming, travelling?
Wasn't I supposed to do what I once sang about?
But travelling is not an option anymore
How he wished
Yes, travelling back home
'Cause supper is waiting for him
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come Friday afternoon in the Vondelpark
And Herman rises
He's swinging his bag far into the pound
And is singing out loud again
Eighteen has been long gone
And the hero status has passed
But if I don't go now
Then a dream has passed forever
Those that I hurt
Forgive me my absence
But everything goes wrong
And you know what it is?
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come
Tuesday morning on a gravelled road
The weekend just behind them
They are getting ready
For a walk
Just like they were going to a party
And Herman is up front
Is the only one who isn't cold
Because he's tightly dressed
In a chest of lined whitewood
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come
November and wet
Close to the pound sits a man
Herman
And Herman has had it
Has had a shitty year
A man with everything
You could possibly have
Wife, kid, house, car, job
Great job, great job
But Herman once wanted something else
And he's been dreaming about that for months now
He's thinking about what he wanted
And he thinks, was I such a coward
He thinks, is this all there is?
Herman thinks himself into the grave
Wasn't it only yesterday
That I arrived here
Just eighteen years young?
Wasn't I supposed to be partying, slamming, travelling?
Wasn't I supposed to do what I once sang about?
But travelling is not an option anymore
How he wished
Yes, travelling back home
'Cause supper is waiting for him
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come Friday afternoon in the Vondelpark
And Herman rises
He's swinging his bag far into the pound
And is singing out loud again
Eighteen has been long gone
And the hero status has passed
But if I don't go now
Then a dream has passed forever
Those that I hurt
Forgive me my absence
But everything goes wrong
And you know what it is?
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come
Tuesday morning on a gravelled road
The weekend just behind them
They are getting ready
For a walk
Just like they were going to a party
And Herman is up front
Is the only one who isn't cold
Because he's tightly dressed
In a chest of lined whitewood
When the fire has died out
The wolves will come