You take flight with Tokyo in mind. 
Suddenly it’s Tokyo on the airwaves, 
Tokyo in your eyes. 
Red lights beam everywhere in the skies 
and I’m left wondering, 
where are you tonight? 

Does she have you captured 
in a spinning room 
inspiring all your ink to spill? 
There was a time when it was … 

O, I’d love to interrupt, 
change the tune, 
but there aren’t any red lights flashing here, 
no exotic ways to steer you 
away from yourself. 

I used to center you, 
make you feel in-tune 
and that scares you. 
And so you go with Tokyo, 
her sweet smelling blossoms, 
her enticing mountains, 
her mysterious hidden alleyways 
filled with tasty treasures. 

How can I compete with what she offers, 
when you see me there’s nothing 
but a reflection of you, 
and that scares you. 
And so you go with Tokyo.