Shibuya After Rain

Shibuya after rain, All the crossings shine like glass.

Umbrellas fold like closing flowers As the late commuters pass.

I see us in a coffee window,

Two ghosts in a borrowed booth.

You were laughing at the weather,

I was learning half the truth.

The clouds moved on without us,

The pavement kept the light.

I thought love was only leaving,

But it stayed inside the night.

After rain, after rain,

Your reflection calls my name.

In the blue of every streetlight,

In the silver of the train.

After rain, after rain,

I am different, I am same.

Every drop becomes a memory Shining softly after rain.

The record shop was closing,

But the speakers faced the street.

A melody came floating out

And broke beneath my feet.

I almost turned to tell you,

Almost reached for what was gone.

Then the crowd became an ocean

And the traffic carried on.

The city never blamed me,

It only changed the view.

I kept walking through the water

Like it might lead back to you.

After rain, after rain,

Your reflection calls my name.

In the blue of every streetlight,

In the silver of the train.

After rain, after rain,

I am different, I am same.

Every drop becomes a memory

Shining softly after rain.

Maybe love is not a doorway,

Maybe time is not a line.

Maybe every lonely corner

Keeps a little borrowed shine.

After rain, after rain,

I can almost bless the pain.

There is beauty in the leaving,

There is music in the stain.

After rain, after rain,

Let the city say your name.

Every drop becomes a memory Shining softly after rain.