[Verse 1] I’m forty-three, still in my cave, with anime eyes and a cat that behaves. I roll my thoughts and log on late, PC glow, I love that fate. I dream of Japan like a map in my hand, clean little trains and a well-run land. Less small talk drain, more room to breathe, an introvert’s kingdom, that’s what I need. [Pre-Chorus] I’d save my coins, count every yen, but my wallet says “not yet, my friend.” And even if I got that plane, weed’s off-limits there, I’d feel the strain. I don’t know a yakuza, man, no shadow favor, no secret plan. So I stand here, blunt in my room, loving the culture from afar in bloom. [Chorus] Japan, you’re too far away Japan, I can only play Japan, I’d live that way If I had the cash to stay Japan, I know my place Japan, I love your pace Japan, I’d trade my days For food, for art, for cleaner grace [Verse 2] I want the bowls, the grilled fish smoke, the tiny shops and the steady folk. The way the rules make streets feel calm, like the whole town learned one shared song. I like that silence can just be fine, no need to perform, no need to shine. A low-social battery man like me could finally rest and still feel free. [Pre-Chorus] But rent is cruel, and flight seats bite, and dreamers still get priced at night. So I laugh at the life I chose, cat on my lap, and the TV glows. I love the women, sharp and strong, the schoolgirl charm, the fashion, the poise, the song. And yes, I know that’s a dangerous view, so I’ll keep it honest and true. [Chorus] Japan, you’re too far away Japan, I can only play Japan, I’d live that way If I had the cash to stay Japan, I know my place Japan, I love your pace Japan, I’d trade my days For food, for art, for cleaner grace [Bridge] I don’t need a fantasy crown, just a quiet room in a proper town. A bowl of rice, a steady lane, a world that fits my tired brain. If I never move, that’s okay, I can still bow to the moon each day. Love from afar can still be real, even broke men know what beauty feels. [Final Chorus] Japan, you’re too far away Japan, I can only play Japan, I’d live that way If I had the cash to stay Japan, I know my place Japan, I love your pace Japan, I’d trade my days For food, for art, for cleaner grace [Outro] Italianhippie, still alive, with cat on guard and dreams that thrive. I may be poor, but I’m not gone— I love you, Japan, from this side on.
