Dawn's Highway

Me and my -ah- mother and father - and aGrandmother and a grandfather - were driving throughThe desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indianWorkers had either hit another car, or just - i don'tKnow what happened - but there were indians scatteredAll over the highway, bleeding to death.So the car pulls up and stops. that was the first timeI tasted fear. i musta' been about four - like a child isLike a flower, his head is just floating in theBreeze, man.The reaction i get now thinking about it, lookingBack - is that the souls of the ghosts of those deadIndians...maybe one or two of 'em...were justRunning around freaking out, and just leaped into mySoul. and they're still in there.