Waiting for a train; don't remember where I'm from
I'm cold and I'm ashamed of the man that I've become
I do not look the same when I look into the mirror
The lonely face looking back at me is the very thing I fear
It's raining in the streets and I'm in Amsterdam
All the people that I meet tell me I might be Amsterdamned
I do not look the same when I look into the mirror
The lonely face looking back at me is the very thing I fear
Now I'm waiting for a plane; I can't forget how far I've come
'Cause life it ain't no game - no it's cold and hard and rough
And I've seen my share of pain and I've caused my share of tears
But the hurt that hides behind these eyes is the very thing I fear
No, I do not look the same; I cannot recognize
Behind the mask of shame and pain
Are my greenish-downcast cloudy-bloodshot eyes