Indian Bones - Dead Meadow

Up the mountain we go

Don’t ask why, I don’t know

The North Star dances

Above the white dove

The stairway that never ends

Ends around the bend

Through the door of the sun

The buffalo run to be chased

Through the sky

Higher and higher we climb

I’m not having a good time

The North Star dances

Above the white dove

Out on the plains

I had a vision of iron and steel

Isn’t it strange

That my vision is real?