Netherlands

Worn down brick and cobblestone
Laid out in herringbone in the square
Old man sitting on a milk crate
Playing squeezebox for spare change
People pass by like he’s not there

Oh but all his Old World waltzes seem to be
In a minor key
To a haunted man lost in the Netherlands

Sidewalk bar on a Sunday night
Watching girls in skirts on bikes come and go
Here’s a round for the one with the jonquil hair
And another for the things I might have dared when I was younger
If I’d only known

Oh tonight it feels like every memory
Is in a minor key
To a haunted man lost in the Netherlands

From a stained glass window pane
Of an old church black with acid rain comes a light
Candles flicker at the Virgin’s feet
And I want so badly to believe that someone
Has got my back tonight

Oh but all my prayers they fall so hollowly
No one answers me
And I’m gone again
Lost in the Netherlands