I drove the night shift for twenty years
Paid every fare and dried all the tears
I know the alleys where the fog rolls thick
The city clock has a steady tick
I got a brass key and a heavy mind
Looking for a door I can't seem to find
Cold Amsterdam in a winter haze
Walking back through the foggy maze
I stopped the cab by the canal bridge rail
The winter air is sharp and thin and frail
I feel the metal cold inside my hand
A lonely ghost in a foreign land
I got a brass key and a heavy mind
Looking for a door I can't seem to find
Cold Amsterdam in a winter haze
Walking back through the foggy maze
The water is black like a midnight oil
The river currents start to swirl and coil
I remember a house with a painted gate
Now I am standing and I only wait
I got a brass key and a heavy mind
Looking for a door I can't seem to find
Cold Amsterdam in a winter haze
Walking back through the foggy maze
A driver knows when the road comes to end
The broken lines that will never bend
The lock is gone but the key is still gold
A story left that will never be told
I got a brass key and a heavy mind
Looking for a door I can't seem to find
Cold Amsterdam in a winter haze
Walking back through the foggy maze
Just a piece of brass.
Just a long road home.
(Heavy stomp fade)
