Caedmon's Call - Bombay Rain Lyrics
The rain in Bombay fall on the righteous and the wrongAnd there is no way for me to understandFaces pull towards me like the sea to the moonEyes like diamonds in the sunAbraham's grains of sand spilling over the streetsA wave of statisticsThe rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the seaIt threatens to drown all the voices drowning meWe stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queensWith nothing but pockets of candyI look up to the sky and see the stars hanging fromThe promises, the promises of GodHollywood, Bollywood, London and ChicagoLord, all the places you have placed usI was born in a small town, and I feel like a small manLooking out the windows of this Bombay busThe rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrongAnd there is no way for me to understnadObscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highwayHoney, all the things that I have seenBut most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe inThat we are known and loved, loved and knownHollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, NairobiLord, all the places you have placed usI'm a child of the one GodThe Spirit, Father, and SonOn each side of the windows of this Bombay busThe rain in Bombay...
