I met you in Bombay, one January eve,
Not far from my hotel; you were living in the street,
Your ragged clothing hung on a body almost dead,
Most everyone went by,
Your hand - a cry for bread,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey.
I met you in Bombay...
I just thought that I would take a few pictures of the place, as a memory of that day,
But my finger turned to ice as I saw you look at me; it seemed as if I took away your last ounce of dignity,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey.
Bombay, Bombay, I'm panicky, still, oh,
Nothing can erase you from my mind,
Oh, Bombay, nothing ever will.
I met you in Bombay; I can't forget the day,
I saw there, in your face, in your calling eyes, a life with no tomorrow - no hope beyond that day,
I think, time and time again, I might have been in your place,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey.
