Long time comin to take my hand away
She says nothin to take the pain away
Somethin about discussions in the cave
Somethin about a dream that cant be saved

Chorus: and all the easy faces
Running out of happy places
Gone to the academy
And plug each sonic lyre
Into the navajo amplifier
For us to hear and see

Little star went rollin up the hill
Asked me to come and dance I said I will
There are the days of preparation still
Somethins gonna happen on that hill

Chorus

And all the summoned graces
Manifest in different places
There for us to see
And little star keeps sayin
Indian was an angel prayin
Calm and patiently
For us also an we
And save a place for me