Native America - Carbon Leaf

As I went out in the open

I left for awhile

A tired stranger looking to be found

And so I stood there in silence

For someone to hear me

For someone to make the first sound

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn’t make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

And so my pilgrimage progress

Takes me over the land

Just so that I can keep up with the rush

And from the east to the west

I can feel my heart beating

To touch anything left untouched

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn’t make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

And so I leave to forget

To rebuild the patriot

With anything that I can find

Am I a visitor always

Always a stranger

Never knowing what I’ve left behind?

Someone to care for, someone to carry me home

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn’t make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America

Out in the open, wherever I look

And upon everything that I see

Is an unwritten page to an unfinished book

Of an ongoing history

And as I stopped to really look around

As the sun’s going up and down

It changes the face of Native America

And a river it runs right through

N red, white, black and blue

Straight down the face of Native America

I headed west to touch the ground

But the spirits didn’t make a sound

As I stared in the face of Native America