in the rain in amsterdam i thought i saw you in a window looking back over your shoulder in the rain in amsterdam i was writing to you on a postcard i never bothered to send there were doves circling above me and tulips all around what were you trying to tell me i could not make it out in the rain in amsterdam i thought i caught you bent over the canals gazing at your own reflection in the rain in amsterdam i saw little of the city only water so much water falling in a veil around me who s to say how long til this rain is done 