On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago - Counting Crows

A picture of Amsterdam

Bare trees under glass

Framed in the gray and white afternoon light

Of a winter long past

When I was a riser

To Dublin I’d roam

She was a bareback rider

Some miles from home

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

She’s a carnival diver

Hung in the sky

Cutting through time like a memory

Strung on a wire

The color of anything

Fades in the air

She is the film of a book of the story

Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

When everything’s over

And everything’s clear

When everyone’s older

And no one is here

I try to remember

A girl on a wire

Tumbling and diving above Stephen’s Green

Like a kite on the air

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me