Songtext von Running with the Buffalo

His kin came from across the sea He's as tame as he can be Born of the western mind A child of the left-brained kind A metal car on a concrete road Is how he gets everywhere he goes An automated and a mechanized mode Is all he's ever known In his sober land He does the dance of a modern man But sometimes, when he's sleeping, his soul Is running with the buffalo His mind calculates another fact But his memory is searching back To something he can't quite recall Or doesn't remember at all Something like a spiritual trance Round and round in a circle dance Round the light of a midnight fire Freeing him as it grows higher In his sober land He does the dance of a modern man But sometimes, when he's sleeping, his soul Is running with the buffalo Great Spirit of this broken land Have mercy on the modern man Teach him how, body and soul To go running with buffalo Buffalo Prairie below your feet The hunter's bow Keeping your senses keen The milky way Over your traveling And the plain Is like an endless sea