As long as the moon shall rise
As long as the rivers flow
As long as the sun shall shine and the grass will grow
Let me listen I will learn to speak the old language, yes I yearn
To bathe in blue skies and fall apart from the world of machines,
Regain my feet and my pounding heart
No do not be fooled we don't need these things
Don't be slaves to hardtack, sugar or the coffee or the bacon fat
Won't give our hearts away not for that not today
Won't trade my pony for the iron rail
No freeway stack for the game trail
Spring strong sweet tall green grass grow - buffalo!
I will take my brush from the warpaint, my foot from the warpath
When you understand it is sadness that drives the wrath
sticks and stones and run away roans
this thing from your heart crawled into my bones
I see blue skies bleeding - colors screaming
Some invisible thing is the enemy now and if I knew it's name
I would call it out loud come out and come clean