Born in Karachi
Grew up North American
Mother in a sari
Father dressed like a businessman
One foot in the old world
One foot in the new
And always the pressure
To choose between the two
There was a wife
She didn't know
The pain she would cause
When she lost her head and walked out the door
In Canada
They change their husbands like their clothes
But nothin', no nothin'
Breaks up a Muslim home
Andheray Anken
Look out on the holy land
There is much that lies well hidden
In the eyes of the brown-eyed man
If one life is ended
A new life must get begun
So we walk to Mecca
Underneath the blazing sun
Abandoning the questions
Makes the answers fall in place
I seek the crescent moon
To find the man behind my face
Andheray Anken
Look out on the holy land
There is much that lies well hidden
In the eyes of the brown-eyed man(Matraca Berg/Sharon Rice)
If love is like a roller coaster
Pretty as a circus poster
Would you pay for a day at the fair
I'd like to sit in the very last car
Baby, don't hold onto the bar
Just throw up your hands in the air
Life can be such a scream if you let it
And we're just along for the ride
For the thrill of the flight
Let your heart be your guide
We're along for the ride
We can keep the wheels in motion
Me, I'm not sitting by the ocean
Waiting for ships to come in
I wanna buy you an old ragtop
I want to drive in between the rain drops
Baby, that's where we fit in
Heaven and the road only know where we're going
And we're just along for the ride
For the thrill of the flight
Let your heart be your guide
We're along for the ride
Yeah, for the ride
Baby, love is a dream/Looking for a place to happen
And we're just along for the ride
For the thrill of the flight
Let your heart be your guide
We're along for the ride
For the thrill of the flight
Let your heart be your guide
We're along for the ride
For the ride