Well, here i am in amsterdam
as winter waves goodbye...
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.
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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.
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