Dawn's Highway

Me and my mother and father

And a grandmother and a grandfather

Were driving through the desert

At dawn

And a truck load of indian

Workers had either hit another car

Or just

I don't know what happened, but

There were indians scattered

All over the highway, bleeding to death

So the car pulls up and stops

That was the first time, I tasted fear

I musta' been about four

Like a child is like a flower

His head is just floating in the breeze, man

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back

Is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead indians

Maybe one or two of 'em were just

Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul

And they're still in there