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 c!@#^ 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.