The Tiny Magic Indian Did you think I could forget about you
After all that we've been through.
Did you think that all this pain
Is something I ever want to put us through again?
I know that I replaced the years with miles,
While I compensated for the tears with smiles.
I compensated until I walked in The Tiny Magic Indian.
It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed,
A gentle hand to brush across my head.
I'm so tired I'm so tired
Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry.
I ran out of time while I was trying to write
About an Indian restaurant, A New York night.
A place like a photo of a small group of friends
Talk of love and friendship, how these things end.
I'd write the mirrors, my Riverdance cartoon,
A tiny little red room Lit up like a bedroom,
But I drifted away, lonely again that day,
Tiny Magic Indian.
It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed,
A gentle hand to brush across my head.
I'm so tired I'm so tired
Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry.
Years ago we had a brush with fate
On a battered street with a number plate.
I think of you in this time capsule,
This tiny magic Indian.
I know a tiny bit about the soul,
Think I can see why we are so alone
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