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.
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