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