"on the streets of bombay"

the morning bell rings
and i don't want to get up.
but i listen to a ring
of the bus on the road...

somehow i reach the station
for the routine train to catch
its the 8'0 one fast local
how could i ever forget...

on the streets of bombay,
i spend another day...
on the streets of bombay,
i live another dream...

i wish to be set free
but first i have to get in
i call it a humid rain
pasina is what i feel...

but the same old friends are there
and i've never felt alone...

on the streets of bombay,
i am just another man,
on the streets of bombay,
one of my stories that i tell.

as i feel hungry,
i gather all my mates,
very good things in the tiffin,
but the vada pav smells so sweet..

on the streets of bombay...
i wish i could have loved you...
on the streets of bombay...
you were a beautiful face in the crowd...
i wish i could have known your name...
but you have more important things to do...

as i sit in front of the shore,
thinking i finished my job today,
Nariman point is what they call it,
but i see no end to my dreams.

on the streets of bombay,
i wish to complete all my work..
but on the streets of bombay,
i am running out of time.

time is of essence,
material world it maybe,
friends you would make,
for another day to see...

on the streets of bombay...
so many things to do...
on the streets of bombay...
always short of the time...

going back again...
its another mans turn to get up
its the night shift as we call it
a night on the streets of bombay it is...

once again today i have remembered the days/time spent in bombay (which i prefer for its history rather than calling it mumbai.) And so is this song dedicated to the same.