The Buffalo Spirit

We're heading down the road to the Great Plains Looking for some gold across these desert lands Where the buffalo spirit still remains We're looking for a feeling of letting it go With tattoos on our skin of dead Buffaloes The sun is red like the blood that once was shed Those who saw the buffaloes go In the days of not long ago Those who saw the spirit of the west Have scars buried in their chests The silence of the dead in the evening's red Is telling you the frontier is in your head Yeah the buffalo spirit still remains In the days of not long ago In these forsaken lands you know The sun is red like the blood running through your veins Those who saw the buffaloes go In the days of not long ago Those who saw the spirit of the west Have scars buried in their chests Listen to the wind coming from the west Carrying along the smell of conquest This crazy world really needs a rest In the days of not long ago In these forsaken lands you know My song's about the dreams we all wanna spread Those who saw the buffaloes go In the days of not long ago Those who saw the spirit of the west Have scars buried in their chests Those who saw the buffaloes go In the days of not long ago Those who saw the spirit of the west Have scars buried in their chests