Dust flies high in the midday sun on a trembling plain
Falls like rain
Feels like thunder
Dressed in skins the blackfoot drive the buffalo
To the rocks below
Hunters` plunder
The waiting ones they dance around the slain
To celebrate the harvest of the plain
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Salt meat moccasin feet wigwams rattles in hands
Smoke clouds in a pool-room bar
In the middle of the night
Looking for a fight
He stalks the table
Slow move a shuffling step and a trembling hand
A shadow of a man
Barely able
And the hunter`s watchful eyes now search the floor
But he can`t find a purpose anymore
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Dead-beat stumbling feet beer cans rattle in hands