Lyrics Devendra Banhart

Devendra Banhart

Onward the Indian

When I'm on my way

For a nature walk

I don't start to sing

'Til I start to talk

Where'd you go Mrs. Sun?

You juice it on up

Re-tit on your tips

And you squeeze it on up

When I'm on my nerves

On a shaky show

I don't start to warm

'Til you start to glow

When your arms learn to breathe

They stick to your sleeve

When your sleeves learn to walk

Your legs learn to leave

When your leaves learn to stay

Your legs run away

I was born in May

Then he moved away

At the end of June

Into mid-July

Now I'm on my way

Now I'm on my way