Joshua Kadison

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.