Our hero leaves the pub his head still swimming with alcohol, his head buzzing with facts, figures and computers. Night is descending as he wearily makes his way home through the traffic jams and neon lights of the great metropolis.
Underneath The Neon Sign
All I see is imitation And there's no earth beneath my feet. There are no trees or fields in front of me Only slabs of concrete. Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds, Don't give the moon a chance to shine, And I've got imitation moonlight Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it real or just illusion? Can there be a time when it's night? Is it merely my delusion Or my senses telling me lies. Is it just hallucination? Have I been drinking too much wine? I don't know if it's day or night, When I'm underneath the neon sign. Underneath the neon sign.
Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind. Big city lights guide my way into the night, darkness shines When I'm standing underneath the neon sign.
If there isn't any sunshine We'll some-day buy the neon sign And if we can't see any stars at night We'll sit and watch the traffic lights. If there isn't any day-time I've got an imitation dawn, I've got a simulated sunshine Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it an illusion? Have I been drinking too much wine? Can there be day-time when it's night Underneath the neon sign. Underneath the neon sign. Is it mother nature Playing tricks with my eyes For darkness shines When I'm standing underneath the neon sign.