Charioteer

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