ฟังเพลงBombay Rain

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

The rain in Bombay

The rain in Bombay

The rain in Bombay