I rode the bullet past the snow With an old guitar and a suitcase full of songs The band played the blues in broken English The night before that first show in Kyoto A perfect lithograph of sunset and sky That still is mine, mine to keep In silhouette an imagined you and I That holds me when I sleep Second city second stop Kyoto took us in I looked ahead and back again At the temple shrine sculpted sand That mapped my sculpted hands, sculpted hands A perfect lithograph of sunset and sky That still is mine, mine to keep In silhouette an imagined you and I That holds me when I sleep I slept in peace that full first night Then lay awake through seven sunrises Innocence my only crime Too tired to breathe lost in time I missed you then I miss you now With bigger suitcase of songs, a lifetime of songs Half a world away from then to now A poster in umber and gold I lost you in Kyoto A perfect lithograph of sunset and sky That still is mine, mine to keep In silhouette an imagined you and I That holds me when I sleep Hold me when I sleep A perfect lithograph of sunset and sky That still is mine, mine to keep In silhouette an imagined you and I That holds me when I sleep Hold me when I sleep