Mohawk

"I'm flying at the speed of my imagination Heading down the #401 towards the Quebec border on my way. I'm gonna meet my sisters Lynn and Tracy for the very first time And the saliva in my mouth is thick like Motor oil as I sit in the back seat of the car. I'm nervous, practicing my smile... I stare in the rearview mirror silently mouthing the words" From a Mohawk baby To a Mohawk man Here I stand, Here I stand Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm a Mohawk man And the car rolls on Yeah car rolls on The car rolls on "I'm on my way to the mystical land of my missing family Kahnawake The patch of freedom that lies beneath the Mercier Bridge The home of my mother, my father and my ancestors The land of shapeshifters, cornbread and steak, iron workers, Skywalkers proud warriors and all the legends that came to life in Stories and gossip around the kitchen tables when I was a little kid" From a Mohawk baby To a Mohawk man Here I stand, Here I stand Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm a Mohawk man And the car rolls on Yeah car rolls on The car rolls on "I look out between the front, Out through the windshield and the fog I've Been living in my entire life begins to lift. I know this place. In fact I dream't myself here as a kid. Dreams that were fantastic. Dreams that took me to times and places that I always knew were real I'd fly through the black, Along the shores of the Saint Lawrence Seaway and come swooping down These roads on the back of John Lazare, my grandfather, Sturdy and sure of himself, Not a word spoken but I could hear him singing as he carried me. I'd climb down off his shoulders and walk to the rhythm Of broken chains with all the reserve dogs barking behind me I went through the deepest blues and greens. The greens of graveyards and stepping into The black shadows cast by the great bridge. In my dreams I was safe surrounded by the ghosts of my ancestors In my dreams I was free. In my dreams I was exactly where I was supposed to be" From a Mohawk baby To a Mohawk man Here I stand, Here I stand Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm a Mohawk man The car rolls on Yeah car rolls on The car rolls on Yeah car rolls on The car rolls on The car rolls on.