Indian Red

Lost my faith so I grew my hair out long

 Just like my daddy on the cover of the Rolling Stone

 From the mountains with the trees on fire

  I ran to the valley below

 Spent the summer waiting for my ship to sail

 Along the glory of a heavy wind

 That would rise me up and throw me in the belly of an angry whale 

 Bound for points unknown

 Now tell me why do I have to wait so long

 I’m steady on my feet and I’m holding on

 Let me tell you bout the sounds that are in my head

 And the moon that will shine upon the Indian Red

 I’ve been looking for you for so long

 I’ve got to find you

 Hopped a train heading for the city lights

 I found my fortune in the promise of the golden night

 Wicked child running through the streets till dawn

 Searching for the sun

 So many people and so many things to sell

 And I was blinded by the glitter of the citadel

 Through the alleys with my head on fire

 I ran to the valley below

 Now tell me why do I have to wait in line

 I never saw the fall but I did the time

 -CH-

 I’ve got to find you