Counting Crows - On a Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago Lyrics

A picture of AmsterdamBare trees under glassFramed in the gray and white afternoon lightOf a winter long pastWhen I was a riserTo Dublin I'd roamShe was a bareback riderSome miles from homeCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meShe's a carnival driverHung in the skyCutting through time like a memoryStrung on a wireThe color of anythingFades in the airShe is the film of a book of the storyOf the smell of her hairCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meWhen everything's overEverything's clearEveryone's olderAnd no one is hereI try to rememberA girl on a wireTumbling and diving above Stephen's GreenLike a kite on the airCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meOh, come back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to meCome back to me