Tokyo Buskers

I wish I were as good as Tokyo buskers.

To soothe the feet of the lost ones.

To make grown men cry.

I wish I were as good as Tokyo buskers.

To soothe the feet of the lost ones.

To make grown men cry.

No street names but there are Tokyo buskers

And a man who pees on the sidewalk

Hookers and cocaine vendors

I said “no” in English.

I wish I were as good as Tokyo buskers.

To soothe the feet of the lost ones.

To make grown men cry.

Oh and they’d write songs.

For their own bands

With uncharacteristic high notes.

And they’d go home to their home lands.

With uncharacteristic high hopes.

These trains are confusing.

Pale trees, cool breeze.

And i don’t mind walking

Any excuse will do, I will get to you.

I wish I were as good as Tokyo Buskers.