Medicine Wheel

He come to town looking for work back on a year or two
 Now he's sleeping in the bushes off to one side of Montana Avenue
 Good people walk by shaking their head saying now ain't it a shame
 Another Indian boy lost to the bottle and the methamphetamines
 But he dreams of horses
 And eagle wings
 The dance of the buffalo
 Sacred rings
 At the Medicine Wheel they'll be singing
 A thousand voices to call him home
 To the Big Horn Mountains above the tree line
 At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on
 Now he woke up stumbling blind, yelling in the middle of the street
 Cops came round, took him downtown so he could get some sleep
 And they think it was just about the break of dawn he just slipped away
 He'd been talking all night but nobody knew what he was trying to say
 It was something about horses
 And eagle wings
 The dance of the buffalo
 Sacred rings
 At the Medicine Wheel they'll be singing
 A thousand voices to call him home
 To the Big Horn Mountains above the tree line
 At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on
 At the Medicine Wheel time rolls on
 rolls on