So long, my friendnThis town's been eating you alivenYou left a trail of broken heartsnMost of which never survivednnAnd your friends are waitingnWaiting by your doornThey're anticipatingnYou ain't coming back any morennThis old town is not the samenThis old town is not the samenThis dirty backwater townnStill carries your namennAn old grey-haired womannThose letters never arrivednWell I hear it's cold in AmsterdamnMan, I hope that you thrivennThis old town is not the samenThis old town is not the samenThis dirty backwater townnStill carries your namennYou said you want itnMan, I hope that you're rightnThis town is getting coldernBut I know you'll survivennWell, I hear it's cold out therenAnd I really know the changenThis dirty little townnWe thought would always stay the samennThis old town is not the samenThis old town is not the samenThis dirty backwater townnStill carries your name