After The Buffalo

Calling from a northern land Reminds me of my youth Spirit mist upon the lake Blood upon the earth Why did I leave I have no place to go You cannot understand Why it haunts me so I grew and I left the land Like marching off to war I traveled south to meet the man At the open door There was death Alone in every room The only song I ever heard Was one of ancient doom I see the flying of the geese I hear the crying of the loon I know the stories of the old ones And the wolves cursing the moon But I follow the dream Through the back streets of Toronto All the way to the icy winds On the shore at Buffalo Crawling through the naked towns Singing without a band What kind of life can there be In playing one-night stands Darkened rooms Then brilliant color beams I cannot give them what they want Despite their mournful screams I must travel north again I have many wounds to mend