Wise men spoke the vision Of the spirit horses way
Like a saviour he has a mission From the ashes of the plains
All the souls of mighty warriors Are carried in his veins
All the hopes of ancient nations Are flowing through his mane
And the spirit voices say
Never chase a running shadow Underneath the midnight sky
Never chase a running shadow You will ride till you die
From the badlands of Dakota One lone rider came
To catch the restless spirit They said could not be tamed
And he laughed at all the legends He called their stories lies
He called it superstition Foolish dreams of fading tries
And the spirit voices cry
Never chase a running shadow Underneath the midnight sky
Never chase a running shadow You will ride till you die
Over hills and through dark canyons He chased the steel dust grey
But he could not catch the stallion He could not break his pace
He persued the racing phantom To the canyons edge
But running shadow jumped the chasm Left the outlaw on the ledge
And the spirit voices say
Never chase a running shadow Underneath the midnight sky
Never chase a running shadow You will ride till you die
Never chase a running shadow You will ride till you die