Hey! Hey!
Steam or smoke? Take me higher, HAKONE!
White winds chase the newborn day,
Steam or smoke? Call and I obey,
Up through the clouds—Hey! Hey!
From ODAWARA's foot we climb as city lights let go,
Silver hairpins pull the sky in tow,
Morning on my shoulders, throttle lets it flow,
Heart at one-six-two, brain at two-nine-nine—go.
The mist grows thicker, my breath turns white,
Cold in my body, the chassis starts to shiver,
So cold—I just want the onsen now,
Yet both my hands stay calm; the road's on my side.
Steam or smoke? Take me higher, HAKONE!
White winds chase the newborn day,
Steam or smoke? Call and I obey,
Up through the clouds—Hey! Hey!
MIYANOSHITA calling, corners lock to time,
KOWAKUDANI whispers low between the pines,
A chilly skirt, and nerves begin to chime,
White walls spiral on the climbing line.
The mist grows thicker, my breath turns white,
Cold in my body, the chassis keeps its shiver,
So cold—I just want the onsen now,
Still, my hands stay calm; the road is on my side.
Near OWAKUDANI, vision swallowed by white,
But the sound says skrrt and the scent burns bright.
Through the fog—my friend in yellow at my villa gate,
Circles on the drive, laughing at our fate.
She leans and says: "You're late—wait, what? Why is your skirt wet?"
Steam or smoke? The secret's revealed,
Not vented earth but rubber heat sealed,
Steam or smoke? We laugh and feel,
ASHINOKO shines—we etch it on the wind.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—HAKONE!
Fade to white—HAKONE.
