The Shinkansen at sunset
Friday night was filled with men
Wrapped in gray polyester
Drinking Asahi Super "Dry"
Dreaming dreams like mine
And the pink of Shinagawa
And the blue of Yokohama
And the black sky of Nagoya
Grew brighter every minute
As the dreams switched on
To keep the rooftops burning
Like stars that didn't want to fall.
I kissed her in the alley
And coaxed her in a cubbyhole
Suspended in the sky
I loved her in the morning
And in the afternoon
And kissed her cheek goodbye
And rushed off through the wicket
For the Shinkansen at sunset
For the starship back to Earth.
The Shinkansen at sunset
Lumbers slowly overhead
Taro's drunk and Jiro's laughing
Skinny girls are hauling trademarks
Someone's selling a massaji
While my throat is wet with wine
And my heart is dragging backwards
And I wish that seat were mine.
But she'll call me in the evening
Tell me nothing of her troubles
Tell me all the world is bullshit
When she tells me I'm the one
I'll wave goodbye in Ginza
Make my way through neon lights
Then the Shinkansen at sunset
Then the starship through the night
She'll be waiting by the exit sign
And we'll have one more night.