Fly into the rising sun,
faces smiling ev'ryone.
Oh, she is a whole new tradition,
I feel it in my heart.
My woman from Tokyo, she makes me see.
My woman from Tokyo, she's so good to me.
Talk about her like a queen,
But I'm at home and I, I just don't belong.
So far away from the garden we love,
she is what moves in the soul of a dove.
Soon I shall see just how black was the night,
when we're alone in the city of light.
Rising from the neon gloom,
My woman from Tokyo, she makes me see.
My woman from Tokyo, she's so good to me