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