Bombay Rain

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
 The rain in Bombay...