Toshiya Kobayashi

You can take your island gossip and cram it
I'm no blushing mail order geisha from Kyoto
I didn't marry him for my green card
And I never used to be a man

When Finn walked into that dive outside of Tokyo, fresh off a commercial trawler
And reeking of dead fish and sake
I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him
It was that simple

From the stage I locked eyes with the tall bearded New Englander
I was doing Proud Mary that night
Five foot two in my six inch heels
Five foot seven if you counted the Tina wig
And I was rolling on the river

We got married the next morning
He sold everything he owned and bought his own boat
And I left my good job in the city
And together we traveled the seas

We washed up on the Jig when the money ran out
The island needed a ferry captain and Finn needed a job
Now the Proud Mary makes six runs a day
And I perform below deck at noon, three, and seven o'clock on weekends

Every night Finn turns the wheel over to Skip to watch my last show
I can see that his beard has become streaked with gray
And my legs aren't what they used to be

But still he smiles from across the room
And we are kids again
Back across two oceans in a small bar west of Tokyo