Flew in every in slums of Bombay
From the horizon to the runway.
Well, I’ve never saw such a sight
Uh, I’m all dressed in white
Give me the time!
Oh Mr. Keeper at the Gate in Heaven
You told me, wait a little while, uh, uh!
Chorus:
I’m looking out,
Just trying to make the connection
O a seven billion
Scattered reflections.
An ex-military travelling man left his memory in an opium den
But I just can’t remember his name, uh, uh
Sometimes I move on, you got to run away
I’m guessing that’s all he’s trying to say.
Who knows for sure everyday
Chorus: (x4)
I’m looking out,
Just trying to make the connection
O a seven billion
Scattered reflections.

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