As I went out in the open
I left for a while
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 a 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 a 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'd 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 a native America
Out in the open
Wherever I look
And upon everything that I see
Is an unwritten page
To an unfinished book
Of an ongoing history
And as I stopped to really look around
As the sun's going up and down
It changes the face of the native America
And a river, it runs right through
In red, white, black and blue
Straight down the face of the native America
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of a native America