Tokyo Running/The Secret Word Is

I'd like to see you,
I had a funny dream
And you were wearing funny shoes,
You were going to a dance,
You were dressed for the funk,
But you were too young to remember.

I'm happy for you,
But now I know this hurt,
Is boysenberry,
Too much to be bland,
I'm sitting in my empty shed,
I'm in my empty shed
And the door desist it's pounding,
Pounding,
Pounding.

Rather run to Tokyo,
And drive a geezer for the radio,
Watch a Sunday gang in hybrid whims,
Is there something wrong with me,
Or the guru?

Scary notion,
I'm loving every moment,
I was high from playing shows,
The loss of skin,
Into half clothes,
My trouble raised it's wobbly head,
Watching a filter now,
Was I hung in bed,
Or just at it again.

Did Jesus told thee,
To go out in every corner,
Like it's the last turn in the world,
So I'll take away one child,
You're the little lost sheep,
You need your Bo Peep,
Cause you hate the shepherd here, that's right?

Waking up in misery,
I see the wilderness for you and me,
Punctuated by philosophy,
I'm wondering how things could've been.

I'd like to see you,
But really I should stay awake,
And let you settle down,
I got no claims to your crown,
I had the boxer view,
Doesn't mean I love you,
Oh you know I loved you,
But it's over now.

And I was there for you,
When you were lonely,
I was there when you were fat,
I was there when you were sad,
There was the time and need,
I'm thinking,
Do I have to grin to get you by my side.

I'd rather sleep in barrios,
And try to glisten all my videos,
And watch the prancing man,
In hyper voodoo,
There's something wrong with me,
Or the house loo?


---

It was pretty bright,
Upon the death row bridge tonight,
I can see you into your window,
Although you're far away.

You were racing in a car,
Beside a boy you just don't know,
If he is a fool,
Like what you had in mind,
If he is a fool,
What you have in mind?

Changes on the cards,
But in time there will be hearts,
I would never deceive you,
We've never had the right.

You should never spare the poem,
You should never spare the tongue,
I wish I had two,
As I would follow,
I write the ending,
With sense and tomorrow.

I am a ceiling grand,
Just like you, a sitting man,
And I would wrap my arms around you,
Cause I know there will be fire.

We gotta fight to save our friends,
We didn't get wet,
We're still not dead,
Our aspiration,
All locked up in books,
Our innovations,
All hidden in looks.

Summer tasted off,
I am trying to get a feeling wrong,
To a city unfaithful,
I've been traveling abroad.

We gotta find our sea affair,
We couldn't get wet,
We didn't dare.

But the fantasy remains,
You better come back to earth again,
Our inspiration,
Guilty as crooks,
Our invocations,
Fortified rooks.