ben conor

I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died

Barefoot in the shallow creek
I grab some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me

In the silence it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
And I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind

All the way from San Francisco
As I chased the end of your rope
'Cause I've still got miles to go

And I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way
And it's hard to want to stay
Away

When everyone you meet
They all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing your dream
You can't see your dream
You can't see your dream
You just can't see your dream

A dream

And then it started getting dark
And I trudged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I must assume was the case with you

NAVAJO
I fell in love with a little Indian girl
And she stole my heart away
She took me to a pow-wow way out on the plains
And runs with bears, danced and brought the rains
I listened to the stories all through the night
Through the haze of that peace pipe
The night grew long so i found a tee pee
And you can bet I brought that squall girl with me

Could be Cherokee, Inuit, Etowah, Navajo,
Sioux, Creek, Apache, Seminole bravo
Tomahawk, arrow, any way the wind blow
It's just fine with me
Buffalo, wolfpack, rawhide knapsack
Arrowhead, mohawk, other tribe to attack
Take my wife back to that land with me
All I gotta do is take that love to the floor
After all, I liked the way you were before