I don’t ever want to die Do you know this arrow when it arches high To meet the eagle in the sky?
The eagle flies using the river as a map A small animal in its clasp Alive and enjoying the ride
Is life a ride to ride Or a story to shape and confide Or chaos neatly denied?
Some people find the taste of Pilgrim guts to be too strong Me I find I can’t get by without them for too long Tear at the flesh, tear at the bone Of anyone who’ll tell you the known is unknown
Life ain’t confidential It’s not It isn’t And it ain’t Confidential
Ride my arrow Ride my arrow
The land I love is splitting in two Again And again and again and again War muddies the river And getting out we’re dirtier than getting in