Searchings of a Kiwi lass

'House of Om, it's late,
and yet you got me up writing about this great
adventure you took me on,
Om Om, you know your physical presences are gone at this point,
but the madness lives on...

Om Om...

From an ashram near Trivandrum,
in which we twisted ourselves into crazy positions,
the sun was up and the palms were blowing
and every day at three o'clock don't you know it?
the skies would open...
the skies would open
and soak us all in the sweet southern rain
I'd like to see you all back again some day...

How we laughed the hours away...

Well the two weeks passed, we thought we'd better change the scene
so we went to this beach it was like coming into a dream
Var-var-ka-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, uh-huh, uh-huh
You can call me crazy but what times we had,
drinking beer after all of those headstands
thali's with the Shiva Moon crew
and a lot of other good times too

How we sang to the sand
while we played in the sea
and drove like crazy around
cause who need two wheels anyway??

Yeah we knew that it couldn't last forever
so we thought we'd part ways and no longer be together
and you left me a few days longer
while I did beautiful sadhana on the beach...
you took a bus ride and a boat ride
playing those drums by the water side
that Mexican that we all know
he had a clown for a friend and to us what stories he told..
all of them loco, lo-lo-lo-loco

Then there was this blue eyed boy
who decided he'd ride his bike up north
til a wheel fell off on one of them crazy roads
cause it didn't exist anymore

it seemed
it had fallen into the sea
so he thought he could use his feet
but he didn't get far - so on a bus he rode...

And then the girl with the hair so pink
and feet so bare and baked in the heat
well she found her colour in the market place
we waited til it set and then went out to play

Yeah, well that was in a different place after
Var-var-ka-la-la-la-la
it happened that we ran into wach other again
Munnar, you know it wasn't that far
it wasn't that far...

There there were plenty of faery fields
for us to run in and streets that gave us so many good things
fruit salads and songs to sing

You know we rocked you too
small town where the tea leaves grow
and Saturday night you can always find a show
'specially when you got a unicycle...

and a guitar, that's where I come in
and why I'm here, cause after you all just disappeared
and now we're all off having adventures silently
or maybe not as the two of you boys have shown
will I see you again I don't know...

I want to sing to the sand
while you let cows loose on the bad men
I'll meet you here again I know
casue we love this crazy country India...

House of Om, it's late, and yet you got me up writing about
this great adventure youtook me on
Om Om, you know your physical presences are gone at this point
but the madness lives on...'