Lyric

(Walking these streets… alone but not alone…)

Neon lights paint the midnight sky

Osaka hums as life drifts by

Faces stare, they hesitate

I smile first—it’s always that way

A stranger in a city so tight

Island minds, keeping me in sight

They don’t mean harm, just don’t quite know

How to let a foreign soul flow

Oh, I’m a foreigner in Osaka

Between the trains and cherry trees

Lost in words I fail to master

Yet somehow, this place holds a piece of me

Met a man in a smoky bar

Kobe’s where he calls his heart

Speaks in words both rough and kind

Yet through music, we share our minds

Vinyl spins, old jazz records play

Miles and Monk, wash the doubts away

No need for words when the melody speaks

Found a friend in the notes we keep

Oh, I’m a foreigner in Osaka

Between the trains and cherry trees

Lost in words I fail to master

Yet somehow, this place holds a piece of me

(Sometimes the city whispers, sometimes it sighs...)

(And sometimes... it feels like home.)

Oh, I’m a foreigner in Osaka

But I’ve found a rhythm in these streets

Between the stares and lost translations

There’s a song where strangers meet

(Walking these streets… alone but not alone…)