Amsterdam - Griffin House

I went to Amsterdam

I got so lost

Down the way

I took the crooked path

I wish that I’d never stayed

I cannot change the past

Can I change?

Change the past?

Ticket in hand to leave

I sit on the train and think of you

Your face in the photograph

I run my finger down your cheek

I cannot change the past

Can I change?

Change the past?

I cannot change the past

All of it’s done in Amsterdam