As I sit down by the sea,
wondering what will I be?
Looking at the blue sky above,
wondering what will I see?
I move my vision and I face the land,
looking at my home-town land.
The land of my beloved country,
but I wonder what can I see ?
Thereís so much thefts and so much killing,
so much corruption on the street.
So much drugs and so much smuggling
and not much love and peace on the street.
And as I observe I start to cry,
Mother India, youíre going to die.
Then as I break my sympathetic observing,
and soon my guitar starts strumming.
And mother India, I look up to thee
and say - One day, thereís something Iíll see.