Letras Amsterdam - Anthony Lewis

Amsterdam

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