Sweet time, memory Coming back home Cool, clear, slow and cloudy Watching Bangalore flowers Simple, smiling, windblown Sipping Southie coffee By my side, I'm not alone Around Bangalore flowers Everywhere this land I go I'm weary, I'm worried, I'm craving Back on the road, up the plateau For this bearable lightness of being * She's a flower, a Bangalore flower She's got me in the zone She's a flower, a Bangalore flower She's got me in the zone No up-market paint job, no cover-ups She keeps me on the phone Flower, Bangalore flower She's got me in the zone Days, minutes, hours Going to the shows Talkies, music, first-day covers With Bangalore flowers Pulp fiction in the green Stories intertwine Times change, brand-new scene Still, Bangalore flowers Everywhere this land I go I'm weary, I'm worried, I'm craving To be back on the road, up the plateau For this bearable lightness of being No poster on my wall No stuck-up intellectual Just a Bangalore flower No high-fly Barbie doll No need to have it all Just a Bangalore flower