Sandalista

They come from far and wide Washed up on this crazy shore Brought by a lonely tide In search of their poor soul's core They've got henna on their shoulders And pot smoke in their eyes Only know about the place that they're in From what it says on page 5 Chorus: Sandalista, The pain of the world is your only relief Sandalista The words on your T-shirt your only belief They carry their water in pots She said as she lay on the beach There's soul in the slums that there's not Where your dreams are within your reach She met a guru in the hills of Ladakh Who found her chakra in the small of her back Varanasi told him all is one And Osho let him know that God is fun. Chorus Sandalista ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan