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.