Besedila: Joshua Kadison. Amsterdam.

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

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