Saffron Strings

(aaahhhh) Dusty roads

on a southern plain Where the monsoon smells like home again

Red clay

beneath my worn-out shoes

Singing those ganga-jamuni blues

Oh,

carry me back to the riverside

Where the golden fields are wide (ooh-ooh) Where the dust of two

worlds meets the sky

Old photographs

with faded seams

Cross-legged in my midnight dreams

I hear the temple bells from far away

In the quiet of a country day

(back home...)