It' s just a slow progression
High-speed driving north Route 95
And to the west five-dozen friends
I' d like to blend my double life
But it' s the same old heirloom, same old bedrooms
That hide our secret lives
Yes it' s the same old lovers, same old covers
That warm us through the night, my Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky

I miss my fornication queen
My nation mourns her shortened life
And to the east my Japanese
Los Angeles swings through my mind
And it' s the same old doorways, same old runways
That launch us towards the sky
Yes it' s the same old lovers, same old covers
That hide my double life, my Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky
My Tokyo sky