No More Amsterdam - Steve Vai

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

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’sat 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

I claimed I didn’t mind

The more that I see, the less I know