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...