A young boy walks down the open road

Standing in the rain, cold and alone

Hearing silence among the rattlesnake shake

Kneeling in thunder-sky, beginning to break

An old Native American man walks into the rain

Creeping in his shadow, dancing away pain

Lightning strikes fire, the shaman of thunder

Resting beneath, out and under

The smallest rock, the snake’s eye is calling

While into the dust the rhythm is crawling

The dead men laugh

The crippled men cry,

And the forgotten rattlesnake dies

As spirits dance above the smoke

The little boy begins to choke

A summoned ghost is breathing

A raven’s caw is screaming

And among these barren plains

An echo whispers out,

All alone we die,

Riding out this storm,

In the forgotten mist

Like desolate souls, floating up to the sky,

We die.