| Lyrics: | Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves good-bye...
almost seven in the morning and I'm
walking all alone and the moon's still in
the sky.
And I have to laugh just thinking how
I've never found a home.
Pillows yes, to lay my head, but I've mostly been alone.
Oh,
Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or
just an insane music man?
Oh, Amsterdam, I'm barely hanging on by a single strand.
All I
really know is I don't understand.
I'm just waking up alone in Amsterdam.
A boy I see in a
window there I can't help looking in.
As someone's arms pull him back to bed, I'm thinking what
a fool I've been.
And the moon is trapped in an old canal like a madman in a cell.
And I'm
thinking how I'd like to know just one place very well.
Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind
of man I am?
A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
Oh,
Amsterdam, I'm barely hanging on by a single strand.
All I really know is I don't
understand.
I'm just waking up alone in Amsterdam. |
