Indian Red

Doctor, pass that magic pill
Need to know what's beyond real
Slow down, take the deepest breath
Hear the falcons singing tunes of death

The desert inside
Shapes the sound of my blues
The desert ahead
Is a place for kids

Fed up, life that's black and white
Give me a paintbrush, get out of my sight
Purple sky, midnight blue, no gold
Indian red is my only friend

The desert inside
Shapes the sound of my blues
The desert ahead
Is a place for kids

And the world keeps turning round and round