San Jacinto – Peter Gabriel

Thick cloud – steam rising – hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me – buffalo robe – sage in bundle – rub on skin
Outside – cold air – stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint – eagle feathers – coyote calling – it has begun
Something moving in – I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying – slow – letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up through town – Indian ground – so far down
Cut up land – each house – a pool – kids wearing water wings – drink in cool
Follow dry river bed – watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo’s disco – Sit ‘n’ Bull steakhouse – white men dream
A rattle in the old man’s sack – look at mountain top – keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow – white wind blow

I hold the line – the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto – I hold the line
San Jacinto – the poison bite and darkness take my sight – I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek – think I’m losing it – getting weaker
I hold the line – I hold the line
San Jacinto – yellow eagle flies down from the sun – from the sun

We will walk – on the land
We will breathe – of the air
We will drink – from the stream
We will live – hold the line