I'm gone to Little India
In the strip mall across the street
Where all the would-be Yogis
On their lunch hours go to meet
Sitting in the lotus in a thousand parking spaces
Staring into nothingness, a thousand open faces
I'm gone to Little India
I'm gone to Little India
I'm gone to Little India
Between the laundromat and mini-mart
With all the would-be Ravis
Playing Raga on air sitar
Waiting for the universal conscientiousness to take us
Hoping that the cops don't come along a try to wake us
I'm gone to Little India
I'm gone to Little India

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