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Lyrics:
The rain in Bombay fall on the righteous and the wrong
And there is no way for me to understand
Faces pull towards me like the sea to the moon
Eyes like diamonds in the sun
Abraham's grains of sand spilling over the streets
A wave of statistics
The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea
It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me
We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens
With nothing but pockets of candy
I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from
The promises, the promises of God
Hollywood, Bollywood, London and Chicago
Lord, all the places you have placed us
I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man
Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
And there is no way for me to understnad
Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway
Honey, all the things that I have seen
But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in
That we are known and loved, loved and known
Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi
Lord, all the places you have placed us
I'm a child of the one God
The Spirit, Father, and Son
On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus
words and music by Andrew Osenga
Behind the Song:
'The first day we got to India we drove around to a few different places in this big, old, dirty bus, and Randall and I spent the whole time looking out the window, writing random thoughts and lines in our notebooks. This song is taken from that short-hand scribbling of my first real look at poverty, oppression and the streets of Bombay.' - Andrew Osenga (Caedmon's Call)
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