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 the hardtack, the 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 storm, sweet dough, 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,
trust no more the forked tongues of the great chiefs in Washington.

Won't trade my pony for the iron rail.
No freeway stack for the game trail.
Spring storm, sweet dough, green grass grow,
buffalo.

Sticks and stones and run away wrongs,
this thing from your heart caught in my bow.

I see blue skies bleeding.
Colors screaming,
some invisible thing is the enemy now
if I knew its name I'd call it out, come clean

Won't trade my pony for the iron rail.
Bareback fresh track down the game trail.
Spring storm, sweet dough, green grass,
free wide, run wild river flow,
clear sky, moon rise, long ride home,
buffalo.
Buffalo.
Buffalo.

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