The more that I see
the less I know
And this time that’s
not what I need
I waver between
Go on or just let go
But holding on
Is what I’m used to
When I’m in an undertow
Cote du Rhone
Or the airport
courtesy phone
Tell the fortune
you’re building
Why did you
build out of cards
Yeah what I should
have built of stone
But now my plane’s
at the gate and boarding
And I can’t do this thing
alone unless there’s
No more Amsterdam
You made me what I am
And I can’t pay in kind
When something precious
always ends up
Left behind
Old ways lift and pull
Whole days left half full
Claimed I didn’t mind
Later
And when it’s all done
When you’ve had your fun
And the smoke lingers on
Burning off beside
the paper crown
I put it back on and
see how it goes
And wear the lie
As if it had the power
to carry you home
And there you are
in the hotel bar
Gone
Holding diamonds you traded
Watching the friend who
Once was a paragon
Coming undone
But now my plane’s
at the gate and boarding
And once I hear those
engines roaring there’ll be
No more Amsterdam
You made me what I am
And I can’t pay in kind
When something precious
always ends up
Left behind
Old ways lift and pull
and I can’t stay honest
Whole days left half full
Claimed I didn’t mind
The more that I see
The less I know