Native America

As I went out in the open

I left for awhile

A tired stranger looking to be found

And so I stood there in silence

For someone to hear me

Someone to make the first sound

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn't make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

And so my pilgrimage progress

Takes me over the land

Just so that I can keep up with the rush

And from the east to the west

I can feel my heart beating

To touch anything left untouched

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn't make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

And so I leave to forget

To rebuild the patriot

Anything that I can find

Am I a visitor always

Always a stranger

Never knowing what I left behind?

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn't make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

Out in the open

Wherever I'm looking

On everything that I see

Is an unwritten page

To an unfinished book

In an ongoing history

And as I stopped to see the earth go round

And as the sun's going up and down

It changes the face of Native America

And a river it runs right through

Red, white, black and blue

Straight down the face of Native America

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn't make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America