The Indian (That Dwells Inside This Chest)

stay a little while

there's an arrow

tucked into my spine

walk with me awhile

like an indian trailing

my tail feathers

through dry rivers and plains

be my time friend

who covers back and front

a shelter from the sun

a soothing hand in the twilight

my ignition, my permission to let go...

let go... and just go

I'm afraid to admit all the things I regret

now it's said

but the night came too soon and the day's running late

it's hard to change, the indian, that dwells, inside, this chest

with furrows in your brow

you're still a rainbow

crawling up the sky

with droplets in your eye

you're still sure of your pathways

so I'll sway in your wash

I'm afraid to admit all the things I regret

now it's said

though the picture that passes our window has changed

it's hard to change, the indian, that dwells, inside, this chest