[Verse 1: Bollywood playback female lead, bright and bold over guitars and kit] Eight-twelve fast from Borivali line Ten thousand people and the doors don't close fine Tiffin in my bag and a bindi on straight Push through the gate and the gate won't wait Blue shirt, same man, same corner, same spot Shoulder on my shoulder and the air gets hot Never say a word, never ask his name Every single morning and the crowd's to blame [Pre-Chorus: Bollywood playback female lead, climbing] Dadar, Bandra, nobody can breathe I don't wanna get off, I don't wanna leave [Chorus: Bollywood playback female lead, full voice, guitars wide] It's crush hour, crush hour, every day at eight Pressed up close and I can't complain Thousand people pushing me your way It's crush hour, crush hour, every day [Verse 2: Bollywood playback female lead, faster, the bass driving] Monsoon morning and his umbrella drips Down my sandal and I'm biting my lips Train lurches hard and I grab his sleeve Sorry, he says, and I say please, no, don't leave Aunties in the corner see the whole thing play Chalo, beta, say it, say it today Every station shouting, every vendor's cry Chai, chai, chai, as the stops go by [Pre-Chorus: Bollywood playback female lead, climbing] Dadar, Bandra, nobody can breathe I don't wanna get off, I don't wanna leave [Chorus: Bollywood playback female lead, dhol entry, a wall of dhol thundering in under the voice] It's crush hour, crush hour, every day at eight Pressed up close and I can't complain Thousand people pushing me your way It's crush hour, crush hour, every day [Bridge: Bollywood playback female lead, held high and powerful] Diwali morning, the whole city sleeps Empty carriage and the seats are cheap A hundred open seats and I walk right by Stand where I always stand, right at his side [Verse 3: Bollywood playback female lead, triumphant, full band and dhol] He looks at the seats and he looks at me Says there's room today, I say I can see Shoulder on my shoulder with nobody to blame Then he finally smiles and he tells me his name Arjun from Andheri with a tiffin of dal Says he takes the eight-twelve when he could take them all Says he waited a year for a train this bare Just to find out if I'd still be standing there [Chorus: Bollywood playback female lead, full voice, dhol and guitars] It's crush hour, crush hour, every day at eight Pressed up close and I can't complain Thousand people pushing me your way It's crush hour, crush hour, every day [Outro: Bollywood playback female lead] Next stop, us [End]
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