No more trains, no more planes, no more money around my neck
No more crudo or prosciutto or a sandwich made of speck
No more asking for directions, well there’ll still be some of that
Dear Europe, thanks for everything, one day I will be back

No more hostels, no more hotels, no more apartments made for crack
No more luggage, no more baggage, no more back across my back
No more counting all our money and then doing mental math
Dear Europe, thanks for everything, goddamn I need a bath

No more maps, no more guidebooks, no more all-day-long foot treks
No more Italian, no more German, no “Magyar nem beselek”
No more worrying about our travels until I was a nervous wreck
Dear Europe, thanks for everything, now let me double check

Did I leave anything behind?
In Florence did I crane my neck and straighten out my spine
In Barcelona did I find that I was finally recognized as a member of my other tribe
For what seemed like the first time, Europe for the first time

No more museums, no more sculptures that make allusions to the past
No more facing our persecutors and the shadows that they cast
No more symbol of my childhood ticking just a bit too fast
Dear Europe, thanks for the memories, I know that they will last
Dear Europe, thanks for everything, I hope it’s not the last
Time