Japan

Well I saw a young man by a telephone

He was sitting alone in the rain

I said, "Hey, young man what you doing here?"

And he said, "Sir, I'm going insane"

He said, "Sir, I'm going insane"

See I love an American beauty

But nobody here understands

Then he looked to the sky with resentment in his eyes

And said, "Lord, why am I in Japan?"

Oh Lord why am I in Japan?

Then he told me a story about yesterday

When he walked in the search of a friend