Amsterdam song II (by Shosha Capps)

In every city there's a time and a place
where you can buy stolen things -
I'm standing there, waiting for you

There's an ocean of questions
flowing between us now,
and your answers just
aren't coming through

If you can guess what this city is selling tonight,
then all of it's yours...

But you don't speak the language,
and you don't know the currency
(so she's closing her door)

Your letter came on Sunday -
about a year too late you called,
I guess to remind me of how much was at stake

come on, baby - give me some credit
for falling apart, and
give me ten drinks and a telephone
and I could break your heart


Sometimes trust becomes a habit
and betrayal a metaphor...


Fell in love with the language,
I don't know what I'm doing here
(so I won't anymore)

Sometimes you pretend
you don't have any choices
when the fact is you're free, or..

Maybe the problem was just too many voices,
or maybe too many fingers pointing at me



Just remember as I’m turning away -


I wanted to stay.