Beneath Kolkata's Sky

He was waiting there for me as I got off the flight
A man I barely knew that steamy Delhi night
We talked at each other in a railroad car
Three days to Kolkata we were worlds apart

Charcoal, curry and roses filled the square
Neighborhood kids followed him everywhere
We sat with our instruments and practiced til dusk
Our passion for music built a bridge between us

The Jersey Boy and his tabla, my guitar and I
Making our own music beneath Kolkata’s sky

We shared his apartment with a single bed 
The weather was hot but I was cold instead
We weren't talking much when he pulled out of town
I found myself wishing Jersey Boy was around

I heard from his friend one afternoon drinking tea
Whenever they met he was talking about me
I raced up the stairs sensing he had come home
And fell into his arms no longer alone

The Jersey Boy and his tabla, my guitar and I
Making our own music beneath Kolkata’s sky