Tuesday in Amsterdam

A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the grey and white afternoon light
Of a winter long passed

When I was a riser
To Dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home

Come back to me.

She’s a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire

Now the color of anything
Fades in the air
She is the film of a book
Of the story of the smell of her hair

Come back to me.

When everything’s over
And everything’s clear
When everyone’s older
And no one is here

I try to remember
A girl on a wire
Tumbling and diving above Steven’s Green
Like a kite in the air

Come back to me.

-lyrics by Adam Duritz