Aiko

Aiko, geography has got the better of us again

I know you wanna go

And I am to be singing

To the tail of an aeroplane

So I fold these pieces of gold

Into animals so I can fashion a chain

That will bridge the gap between these continents

Aiko, your father's smile has been summoned to other

Shores

There's a man over there with a gentleman with a bow

Who invites you to take to the floor

Pack your traveling case

With your ribbons and lace

For his blood must be furnished with excellent taste

But it might burn a hole in your paper face

And so you run towards the things you haven't got

Just to day goodbye again

But do you think of me as he unlocks your knees

At the Terrace Garden?

Pretty pictures in the window blinds

Looking out looks so good wit the winter behind

Like it is playing a banjo to a Tennessee line

And the three of the cowboys perfectly aligned

Does the sky of a Tokyo know

How a river can flow like the stroke

Of a violin bow?

Like a hand will run across the milky sky

But you can take these trees

And this summer breeze

On this stupid looking day

And you can send it all to the Japanese

Now my love has gone away.

And if you see Aiko

Or Sayee

Let her know

That she dances in my dreams.