They come from far and wide

Washed up on this crazy shore

Brought by a lonely tide

In search of their poor soul's core



They've got henna on their shoulders

And pot smoke in their eyes

Only know about the place that they're in

From what it says on page 5



Chorus:

Sandalista,

The pain of the world is your only relief

Sandalista

The words on your T-shirt your only belief



They carry their water in pots

She said as she lay on the beach

There's soul in the slums that there's not

Where your dreams are within your reach



She met a guru in the hills of Ladakh

Who found her chakra in the small of her back

Varanasi told him all is one

And Osho let him know that God is fun.



Chorus

Sandalista ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan