Medicine Wheel

He come to town looking for work back on a year or two
Now he’s sleeping in the bushes off to one side of Montana Avenue
Good people walk by shaking their head saying now ain’t it a shame
Another Indian boy lost to the bottle and the methamphetamines
But he dreams of horses
And eagle wings
The dance of the buffalo
Sacred rings
At the Medicine Wheel they’ll be singing
A thousand voices to call him home
To the Big Horn Mountains above the tree line
At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on
Now he woke up stumbling blind, yelling in the middle of the street
Cops came round, took him downtown so he could get some sleep
And they think it was just about the break of dawn he just slipped away
He’d been talking all night but nobody knew what he was trying to say
It was something about horses
And eagle wings
The dance of the buffalo
Sacred rings