I should sleep, the night time passes all too slow enough 
Without lying awake, my eyes not seeing, 
Self not feeling, mind not being 
Just exactly where I am, 
But I've got her on my mind again. 
 
I go on deck, a tropic moon and one companion star 
Phosphoress on temple walls 
And hindu halls, and quietly falls 
Among the shadows of the sand. 
Ten thousand miles til I see her again. 
 
 But I just had to hitchhike off to India 
 You know "A man's gotta do  
 What a man's gotta do", 
 Etcetera. 
 
Some phantoms of the dark control the musics that I hear; 
Of distant drums and wailing kites, 
Religious rites, my mental flights 
And not contained within their span: 
Tonight I'd rather be with her again. 
 
A Holy River flows beneath this boat on which I stand, 
I smell the smoke as they cremate,  
I wait, I disassociate, 
Doesn't seem to matter where I am. 
Here she is, inside my head again. 
 
 Of course, I'm glad to be adventuring in India, 
 It's just that everywhere we go  
 There we are, 
 Etcetera. 
 
Hindustani stark reality just cannot overcome 
Danish memories that ride me,  
She's beside, she's deep inside me, 
I'll sleep now if I can-- 
And maybe I can dream of Marianne. 

 
  Dm                F                 C             Em 
I should sleep, the night time passes all too slow enough 
 
        Dm              F 
Without lying awake, my eyes not seeing, 
 
Dm                F 
Self not feeling, mind not being 
 
C                    Em 
Just exactly where I am, 
 
Dm                           G 
But I've got her on my mind again. 
 
 
 
     G             D                C - Am 
 But I just had to hitchhike off to India 

             F           C 
 You know "A man's gotta do  
 
        G           Am 
 What a man's gotta do", 
 
   F        
 Etcetera.