Bombay Rain - Lyrics - Caedmon's Call

The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong And there is no way for me to understand Faces pull toward 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 understand 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 love, 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 The rain in Bombay …