They said when I was twenty-five I would expire
Burst into flames atop the pyre
Instead, I stand here in Bombay
Beneath the arches you say
I hope you're doing good
I know you've got this
As I take the stage
You know how I hate
To have to retrace
My steps
Howling at the moon
Pouncing on your confidence
Are you the horse
Are you the carriage
Are you the wheel
Are you the baggage
Are you the armrest, my dear?
You are my charioteer
You are my charioteer
When you met me
I was really going through it
If you'd let me
I would like to explain my predicament
The best that I can given the state I'm in
Memories waterlog my mind
When you looked at me for the very first time
It was a remedy from what must be a past life
Are you the yoke
Are you the axle
Are you the pole
Are you the saddle
Are you the harness, my dear?
You are my charioteer
You are my charioteer
Last night I had the most unnerving dream
I run toward the sunset
But a rock confronts my feet
I trip hard, and by the time I get up it's dark
I tiptoe in the opposite direction
In the corner of my eye I see a reflection
When I turn and face the music
It's immaculate conception
And a melody plays, but who is the musician?
Are you the horse
Are you the carriage
Are you the wheel
Are you the baggage
Are you the armrest, my dear?
Are you the yoke
Are you the axle
Are you the pole
Are you the saddle
Are you the harness, my dear?
You are my charioteer
You are my charioteer
You are my charioteer