Amsterdam

Oh I just came back from Haarlem On the very last day of Autumn Made it through the customs, took the bus into town The flat looked cold and empty The chairs unused and dusty Just a few old letters and papers lying around The Dutch people were friendly You know they put me up and they fed me All along a tour of one night stands All my days and all my ways Are so confused I tell you right new I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam And you can feel fine anytime You choose to lose yourself for a while Bottle of wine In some back street cafe Or out on the street, there's a chance For you to meet anybody you please Taking the time To ease your blues away Fred was a crazy driver He took us at a hundred miles an hour Down a side street out of a traffic jam All my days and all my ways Are so bemused I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Oh I just came back from Haarlem And the very thing I was wanting Was to find some way to let you know how I felt You can't say much in an evening If you know you'll soon be leaving There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well But I wanted to give you something Because you knew you really helped me So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band And though it seems some days that all my ways are Bound to lose I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Pah-pa-pa-pah