The Indian (That Dwells In 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 its said

but the night came too soon

and the days running late

its 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 its said

though the picture that passes our window has changed

its hard to change

the Indian that dwells inside this chest