Taken from the forest to the desert land
lying face down in the sand I thought I was dreaming.
White man wants the gold, the oldest story ever told.
An in the end my people would die.
Son don’t ever trust a white man
He’ll burn you home and take your land
He will leave you face down in the desert to die.
On May 28, 1830 the Indian Removal Act
was signed into law by President Andrew Jackson.
Look into my eyes, You know who I am
I’m still alive inside, I have not changed
I was the one, We dreamed the dream
But we could not run
when the darkness came
Where have I been
down these dusty roads
To many long nights I walked it alone
What am I searching for
every single night
Why do I lay awake
untill the morning light
Something is missing yes it’s true
You are right next to me, but it’s you
Once again I can see the sky.
A simple thing and the clouds drifting by.
It means so much to the feeling inside.
I don’t know why.
My heart flies free as the traffic flies by.
Sunrise on another day in this dirty old city.
Should of stayed in the countryside where things were pretty.
Sunrise and blue sky chase me to the sea.
Tonight your fine.
Tonight were free.
I don’t want to run through this dirty old city.
I don’t want to run but I got no guns.
Evil spirits are a chasing me,
Making me run.
In a storm you need a sword.
When the evil is a chasing you through the storm,
You know you need a sword.
But still the sunset falls into the distant sea.
Again tonight its only you and me.
The time has come and I’ve got to run away.
Put your ear to the ground.
Why can’t you hear that the sun is a creeping around.
It’s the end of the day, moving into the night.
Hot the night.
Its the end of another day and the ocean calls to me.
Lift your eyes and you can see.
It was meant to be.
You and me on an island in the sun.
Watching the moon climb the sky as the wind and the night plays on.
I think our time has come.
I can tell by the tone in your voice,
the emptiness in my sail.
It’s been so long since us I know.
Days and years have come and gone,
like a running endless waterfall.
After all this time the storm moves on.
You are the wind.
You are the sea.
In my sail you are the breeze.