Lahore-see Feeling

Went to see a master of his craft
His vision of the future looked a lot like the past
He had the feeling and he knew the way

Outside of the fortress walls
A man was peddling blonde-haired dolls
Walking by I heard him say

In Glamour Heights the artist smokes
And draws the sounds on the radio
I am not responsible, he said, anyway

I walked in on the pimp and his johns
In the mansion where he was born, he said
Come on in my friend, you’ve come from so far away

When I climbed up the minaret stairs
And I saw the city from there
I’d never felt that feeling before

You shook my hand and welcomed me in
Asked me when I would come again
I was conquered then, Lahore