Amsterdam - Anthony Lewis

My bus broke down in Harlem, this busy street

Wandered in some corner market to beat the heat

Nothing I could do about this sudden change in plans

On Amsterdam

There’s a lady selling cartons of cigarettes

Knock-off shoes and watches for whatever she can get

And a grocery cart prophet causing a traffic jam

On Amsterdam

I’m a stranger to this place

Every face that passes me by

As I wander through this maze

I don’t even know where the hell that I’m going

But here I am

On Amsterdam

There’s an old man playing chess at the barber shop

He tips his hat and smiles as I walk down the block

And the rest of days just kind of slips right through my hands

Down on Amsterdam

I’m a stranger to this place

And every face that passes me by

As I wander through this maze

Oh, I don’t even know where the hell that I’m going

But here I am

Down on Amsterdam

The neon lights take over when the sun goes down

And the ghost of Mars of Coltrane still rule this town

So I slip in a local club to soak up all the sounds

Of Amsterdam

Bartender if you please, pour me another round

Down on Amsterdam

Down on Amsterdam

Down on Amsterdam

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Hey, baby

Going down on Amsterdam

Going down, down, down

Going down to Amsterdam