Far From Tokyo

(Verse 1)
I’m stuck in a diner off 35 South,
Chili’s too greasy, the waitress got mouth.
Ain’t had good noodles since Austin last fall,
And that wasn’t ramen — it barely passed broth.

(Verse 2)
My boots kick the gravel, my soul stirs with need,
A slow-cooked tare, some chashu, miso seed.
But all that I’m served is this lukewarm despair,
A cowboy with hunger no brisket can spare.

(Chorus)
I’m far from Tokyo, far from that flame,
Where the broth takes a day and the soul gets a name.
No slurp in these spoons, no steam in this land,
Just empty white bowls and a trembling hand.
Lord, bring me some ramen, to fill up this hole —
This cowboy's heart's starving down deep in his soul.

(Verse 3)
They say you find heaven in cattle and corn,
But tonight I want nori and soft eggs warm.
I’d trade my old pickup, my last can of Lone,
For one honest bowl to call a home.

(Bridge)
Maybe someday I’ll head East again,
Past the rice fields, the rain, past remembering when.
But till then I’m stranded where tumbleweeds blow,
Craving Kyoto in the streets of Waco.

(Chorus Repeat)
I’m far from Tokyo, lost in this dust,
No ramen to comfort, no noodles to trust.
I pray for that broth like a man prays for light,
In this Texas town starving for one perfect bite…