Oh I just came back from Haarlem 
On the very last day of Autumn 
Made it through the customs, took the bus into town 
The flat looked cold and empty 
The chairs unused and dusty 
Just a few old letters and papers lying around 
The Dutch people were friendly 
You know they put me up and they fed me 
All along a tour of one night stands 
All my days and all my ways 
Are so confused 
I tell you right new 
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam 

And you can feel fine anytime 
You choose to lose yourself for a while 
Bottle of wine 
In some back street cafe 
Or out on the street, there's a chance 
For you to meet anybody you please 
Taking the time 
To ease your blues away 

Fred was a crazy driver 
He took us at a hundred miles an hour 
Down a side street out of a traffic jam 
All my days and all my ways 
Are so bemused 
I tell you right now 
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam 

Oh I just came back from Haarlem 
And the very thing I was wanting 
Was to find some way to let you know how I felt 
You can't say much in an evening 
If you know you'll soon be leaving 
There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well 
But I wanted to give you something 
Because you knew you really helped me 
So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band 
And though it seems some days that all my ways are 
Bound to lose 
I tell you right now 
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam 

Amsterdam 
Amsterdam 
Amsterdam