The Tiny Magic Indian Did you think I could forget about you   After all that we've been through.    Did you think that all this pain    Is something I ever want to put us through again?    I know that I replaced the years with miles,    While I compensated for the tears with smiles.    I compensated until I walked in The Tiny Magic Indian.       It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed,    A gentle hand to brush across my head.    I'm so tired I'm so tired    Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry.       I ran out of time while I was trying to write    About an Indian restaurant, A New York night.    A place like a photo of a small group of friends    Talk of love and friendship, how these things end.    I'd write the mirrors, my Riverdance cartoon,    A tiny little red room Lit up like a bedroom,    But I drifted away, lonely again that day,    Tiny Magic Indian.       It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed,    A gentle hand to brush across my head.    I'm so tired I'm so tired    Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry.       Years ago we had a brush with fate    On a battered street with a number plate.    I think of you in this time capsule,    This tiny magic Indian.       I know a tiny bit about the soul,    Think I can see why we are so alone