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. Chorus: 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 can*l Like a madman in a cell. And I'm thinking how I'd like to know Just one place very well. Chorus