Joshua Kadison Amsterdam
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.
