This is just a little dedication
To an island far away from my station
It's a place where I find inspiration
And roam like a ronin with no destination
This is just my little dedication
To place I often escape to
You gave support throughout the years
Now it's my turn to show you love
It was my first time out the country
Touring a foreign land where fans were there to
welcome me
But it was because of humidity
In fact it was a cold autumn night when my flighit touched down
Trying to figure out how to get around
At the same time taking in the sites and sounds
Handshakes and bows
I'm like look at me now
On the train to Asakusa looking at my calendar
Thinking how the label told us stay home
So we took the advance and did it on our own
Yeah that's the 49er way
No is not an option
Pulled up to the station sitanding in amazement
Cause in front of my eye's was the god of wind and thunder under Kaminarimon
Now it's like my second home
The soul of bushido where the samurai rome
Since then I've been back plenty of times
Like I'm addicted to a drug chasing my first high
In the land where thesun rise, it's no surprise
Cause shibuya never sleeps there's music in the street
From the clubs to the temples
Sensoji gets traditional
The shamisen instrumental
Provides a back drop for the cherry tree watch
Silent prayers are being carried by the insense in the air
As I stare off into the distance
I listen to the secrets of Fujisan's existence
Within an instant he's gone from my vision
Because the shinkansen reminds me of Haku when he's flying
Man I was spirited away
To the top of Miyajima
My mind's never been clearer
My soul's never been cleaner
I'm sorry for Hiroshima
In peace I'm a Believer
I guess I'm just a dreamer