India

Come from a city from a faraway place
Where you don’t even know me
Even know my race, see
Where’re you going? Where’re you from?
Hey you are, the chosen one
Masquerade and parading
In this human thing called space

I don’t know where the next one’s coming from
Maybe from a far off place called India
Do you look and see me staring back at you, oh so calmly
Every glance and every touch
Calls you back and secretly yearns
For you’re unrecording every soul
That you must take under your wing

So you see one precious thing
I see two and they’re staring back at me
When the lights go down
When you see nothing
Seems to call out your name