I figured I'd never be able to write anything that sounded Native American in origin, and doing that would probably be kinda disrespectful, so I decided to make this song different to anything else I've written so far. I wrote it to be like renaissance choral music but without a set time signature, so it's more free-form.
Lyrics: During day my pen is scratching catching details, missing nothing night falls and the flames are burning embers to the sky returning
I am investigating the historic feels euphoric, they have No reservations in every sense My work condensed in oh-eight into one volume, which told the same story non-fictional, glorious freed from all pretense
Last of a nomadic people gathered on the plains From all their ancestors, they alone remain I have taken time to learn their history and life ways Learned of times where none were spared and none were saved
Here am I, a so-called American man spending time here among the Cheyenne